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Sep 2018
You always smell like cinnamon. When you kiss me, you hold my neck like you're taking care of me. The rain and the truck and the backseat. The constant reassurance and gentle chuckle, like you just can't believe we are here. Its all the same. Pouring myself into you until I am half empty, convincing you I am that girl for you. All for you.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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     ---, Phi Kenzie, --- and Dominic Wright
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