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Aug 2019
From you to me
There's ten
Or so degrees
You've a high
Of ninety five
While I'm waiting
For seventy three
I miss you more
Than the weather
Man knows
Does Denver forecast
Me thinking of your glow
This is embarrassing.
Written by
hannah  F/Haven, ME
(F/Haven, ME)   
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       hannah, ---, chlorine, ---, Alec and 1 other
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