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Dec 2012
So i think back,
back to our prime.
Thinking of love,
the feelings we believed.
"We're going to get married,
i know it, so just..
wear this promise ring."
But those mundane miles,
they turned to huge, empty voids
that seperated us and we fell.
I'll never forgive you,
New Mexico.
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