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Oct 2013
She likes to listen to that song
With the sleepy quiet rhythm
On Sunday afternoons
Before light hides behind peaks
While snow drifts towards the road
That the car hums along

Because for 2 minutes
and 53 seconds

She doesn't feel
*so
empty.
Kaitlyn
Written by
Kaitlyn
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