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Jun 2016
Where we would sit in your car at midnight
Up on a hill watching the city still alive at night
Smoke flowing through our lungs
And electricity through our fingertips.
We sat in silence admiring the view,
More than often I would look over and admire you.
Listening to Johnny Cash,
Oh please take me back.
You would sing to me,
Those were some good times.
Fernanda Rangel
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Fernanda Rangel  21/F/Arizona
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