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Nov 2017
You were a sight for sore eyes,
they way you walked up
that pure smile
and that laugh
god I could never get enough of it--

But I guess,
I guess,
maybe that was it.
I could never get enough of you.
And when you got enough of me?
You easily let me go.
Yikes why is this always the issue for me holy moly

beach baby
by bon iver
Creep
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