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Jul 2018
My eyes work as lenses as the breeze flies through us.

I'll never forget my first thought as soon as I heard your name for the first time
A point you would later reference
As we point and whisper sounds

I'm so tired
I wonder if you think of me
**** boy ****
**** boy ****
A girlfriend wags her finger
I close my eyes and let you go.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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