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Apr 2013
it's when I lay in bed at night
that I can still feel your fingers closed around mine
it's when I'm listening to the rain hit my window
that I hear the same rhythm as that night we spent driving around

I am in love with-
out you.
haven't written in weeks, oh my.
Madison Elizabeth
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Madison Elizabeth  27/Maine
(27/Maine)   
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