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Sep 2015
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Oh but God ******* ****** we laugh at the same things and have the same songs stuck in our heads and being with you feels like being wrapped in blankets sitting in a window seat watching a thunderstorm but I remind you of last week’s newspaper and a sock that’s missing its mate I’m dust under feet and you’re ******* sunlight
Katherine
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Katherine  Canada
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