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Aug 2018
I wonder what it means
This reoccurring dream
I keep having
Hell, I wasn't even fifteen
And the girl I was too afraid to kiss
But danced like we were one confused
Teenage body
The kind of beauty that never fades
Its a real kick in the pants knowing some folk still like my writing. Ive been out of the game for years, side from a few news paper gigs but that don't count. Anyway I really appreciate it. Thanks for reading
Written by
Matthew  35/M/Down south
(35/M/Down south)   
   --- and Molly
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