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Nov 2015
TRY to think back to when we were strangers..
I can't picture us as friends anymore.  I can only see our kids running around the house with loose ***** blonde curls and their cute little snotty noses shaped like yours.
I can only see us holding hands, taking a walk, singing together under the moonlight.
I can see your guitar in your hands, and my hand on your thigh.
I see nothing but peace and happiness for us.
I don't like to rhyme. <3
Sierra Brown
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Sierra Brown  WV
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