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Nov 2017
The passenger seat isn't the same anymore right?
You kiss her hand and imagine it's my mine.
She doesn't say things randomly
"I wish I could fly".
She doesn't admire you with the same eyes.
My love is pure
My intentions are real
Do you put a hand on her thigh
Look her in her eye
And tell her how incredible she is?
Do you take her face softly in your hands, stroke her cheek, and tell her she's
so
beautiful.

-J.C.
JC
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JC  18/F/USA
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