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Dec 2017
This is not the first
Not even the second
Honestly I lose count
So can I count on you

It's like we used to
Had a conversation
Calm and **** one
Yeah I'm into you

The grass turns greener
Everytime we're together
The cloud looks prettier
When your head's on my shoulder

I miss this
I miss us
I miss everything
Includes the taste of your lips
𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪
Written by
𝓟𝓲𝔂𝔂𝓪  31/Two-Spirit/Malaysia
(31/Two-Spirit/Malaysia)   
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