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Aug 2020
I'll always remember
the smell of the rain
as we climbed up
the tree that rose infront
of my house when we
were nine and how
you asked me out
when we touched
the ground.
You deny it
now and that
truly broke
my heart.
- first love.
beth haze
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beth haze  21/F/b.a
(21/F/b.a)   
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