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Feb 2017
and it was just the two of them.
Driving the streets of the town.
Getting lost on the roads and in each other.
It didn't matter where the were.
It didn't matter where they were going.
They had each other.
And that was enough.
for my blu, as they all are
moon child
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moon child  26/F/America
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