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Mar 2019
Your lips were the fourth of July
In the way they left fireworks on my skin
What is one erratic burst
To the night sky
I don't care what the night sky thinks
Because it's everything to me
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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