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Sep 2013
Let me watch you in a room
sitting on the wooden chair
holding your acoustic guitar
singing your favorite songs
from your favorite band
with your legs crossed
and your eyes closed
and a mug filled with hot coffee
placed next you.
Written by
sweetear
446
   --- and sassybutsweet
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