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Oct 2013
that day you almost got caught
for theft
you clasp my hand so tight
and we ran
and ran and ran and ran
until we're out of breath

but i think
what you've stolen that day
wasn't
the pretty music box for your little sister
but instead,
was my heart
ceruleanveins
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ceruleanveins
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   Heather Ann and Vada Opalenik
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