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Mar 2019
My mind keeps playing all our old conversations,
looks like I am unable to move away from your fixations;
still waiting with a hope that I would see you,
not yet ready to bid you adieu;
Written by
Taylor - Sweety  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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   Perry
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