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Aug 2016
We were a waste.
       wasted mornings
              spent in the comfort of each other's arms
       wasted afternoons
              spent side by side
       wasted evenings
              spent between sheets, letting our wandering hands waste time
              on their way past our waists

*~ now I'm just wasted
Written by
Maja Lampa
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