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May 2018
She finds me, makes the beautiful show and see
Makes me believe god exists and love is a thing
She is my queen and I want to be her king
I feel the flowers and butterflies within
Just the thought of her makes me warm like sunshine on my skin
I miss her, time is hard to befriend
Till I see her again
Cannot breathe, my chest is swelling, from "I love you" yelling
Jolan Lade
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Jolan Lade  24/M/Denmark
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