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Apr 2020
Velvet strings and diamond rings
Something old now feels so new
A delicate kiss on quiet lips
My borrowed heart belongs to you

Imagine a world where you know from the start
who you're "mean to be" with.
You'd never have a broken heart.
It's in this world where you would never cry
from all the times you lost the "love of your life"
Because you wouldn't have to.
This one's a little older.
Jittery Scribblings
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Jittery Scribblings  25/F/Arizona
(25/F/Arizona)   
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