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Sep 2015
I live in the past
Clinging to memories
The way your scent clung to my sweater
After spending the night.
It’s not that I’m afraid to let go,
I’m afraid for what lies
Ahead
That it wont compare to
You.
Anastasia
Written by
Anastasia  nyc
(nyc)   
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     --- and Eliza
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