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Oct 2013
You pulled up in front of my house
And my god, I didn't want to get out of your car
I wanted to slowly reach for the handle
And be pulled back by my arm
Into your embrace
Before we drove off into the distance

Together

But as I reached for the handle
I felt nothing on my arm pulling me back
So I kissed you on the cheek
And stepped out of your car
Walking to the door of my house
Before I turned around and saw you
Driving off into the distance

Without me
Francesca
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Francesca  London
(London)   
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