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Nov 2018
There’s so many things I hate to say
But it’s true
I miss you
The way you move
The way you walk
The way you look aloof

Fills the air
We intertwine  
Should have kissed you

But it’s true
It didn’t work
We didn’t try
I miss your curls
I miss your mind
I miss your body
I miss your name
Wish you felt the same

There’s reason I hate to say these things
But it’s true
I just missed you
Sometimes I don’t need a therapist to talk to. I just need someone to listen to what I have to say. Nothing else.
Call me Oliver
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Call me Oliver  M/Dream
(M/Dream)   
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     Jen and The Iron Reaver
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