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Apr 2018
my hands now tremble when i pick up the pen
because all i want to write about is the time i held your hand

my tongue is tied now when i speak of your name
because i all want to say is how much i miss you when we drove each other insane
a note to you who i miss ever so much
splvrry
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splvrry  in a horrendous town
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