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Feb 2013
But when she looks into his eyes, everyone disappears and the world stops spinning.

For a split second his hand brushes hers. Suddenly she is torn from the crust of the Earth.

The are flying high above,
They are shooting stars.

And when their lips meet,
They are infinite.
I don't even know. Watched *The Notebook* 12 too many times.
amt
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amt  Ohio
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