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Aug 2018
The closest you ever came
To telling me the truth
Was when we held each other in the wind
You told me you were sad to leave
I asked if you kissed all your friends
And you said
Just the pretty ones.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
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