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Jul 2013
i just can't get over
that night by the lake
do i even have to say
which one i mean?


it was so cold, so, so cold
and we didn't say a word
but i could feel every part of you
against every last part of me

months later
i carved us into
the wood

*heaven was here.
hkr
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hkr  the city
(the city)   
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