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Dec 2018
Let me freeze this warm minute
the movie is loud, I'll admit
but the fish glub glub
and the room is firelit

your hair smells like some shampoo
or is that just the smell of you?
I either have used it before
or it's you I've grown used to

you lay your head on my shoulder
Cat, somehow your hands got colder
I warm them with my lips,
while my heart screams "hold her"
Caroline Grace
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Caroline Grace  Small Town
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