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Jul 2018
as the sun lays to rest in the blankets of the Indianan lake,

as small raindrops (or tears?) fall from above to grace the “different kind of heat,”

as a slow song no one knows, plays itself through the buzzy speakers, with fireworks in the distance,

as everyone holds onto their love,

I can’t help but not caring what they say about me loving you.
I can’t help but want to be the one swaying and laughing in your arms.
And I don’t really mind.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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