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Jul 2012
Young love.
They applied this term to us.
So what they call it now?
When we still together.

Years has passed.
And we have grown up.
I guess that's what confused them.
Who tried to predict our young love wouldn't last?

We just didn't run with the breeeze.
As young as we was.
We applied thoughts to many things.

We reflect back not with hate.
We accept that some thought we would make mistakes.
But that young love term.
Just never applied to us.
We sincerely knew we was deeply in love.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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