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Jul 2019
You
When I walk in the sun, you come to me like a cool breeze
When it is night, your memories are the that appease;
Your preaching's stand strong with me in hard times,
All I ever wanted to achieve is to follow your paradigms;
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Taylor - Sweety  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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     Joey, TSPoetry, Fawn, Monika Layke, Colm and 1 other
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