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Nov 2017
i remember riding with you
through yellow wildflowers
during a time that wasn't mine
i had no sense of direction
and inside the kettle was on
the loneliness was a comfort
i had closed my eyes and smiled
you were in my ears with tea
and you were only mine
jessica lynn
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jessica lynn  boston
(boston)   
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