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Sep 2018
I saw your skittles earlier.
Wasn’t planning on thinking about you,
The whole **** day through,
But if I’m honest —
And I am —
That was going to happen anyway.
Want you back.
Back here with me.
Still waiting for you to be somewhere I can watch your *******.
Counting the days,
Till you fly back to me,
And if you have an objection to the phrasing of that —
You can stuff it.
Emma
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Emma  23/F/Your Mom’s
(23/F/Your Mom’s)   
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