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Oct 2017
Think maybe I was meant to be your September.
The colder it gets,
The colder I will too.
Football games and Ferris Wheel lights can be memories of last week.
“You will find the one some day,” I say,
So you tell me you wish it was me.
“I know.” But
Let’s just call this September.
9/29/17 ~ Seasons change and another month falls off the calendar
Torias
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     ---, ---, Em MacKenzie and Carina
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