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Apr 2017
The bedroom started shooting stars.

I wasn't trying to wiggle out
of ***, but clearly I was asleep
as you started brushing hair
out of my face?

I could go for this.

It's allot of pressure quickly
covering up our crime scenes
with the basic recipe.

This could win me over for
a few more years.

Written by Sara Fielder © Apr 2017
Sara Went Sailing
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Sara Went Sailing  Bohemia
(Bohemia)   
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