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Oct 2013
Kiss me quick like the seconds of static
Before the needle hits the groove.

I sigh defeatedly when I am reminded of the last time
Your lips, brushed up against mine.

I am tired of watching this blue record spin
Now it only reminds me of your eyes

When will you ever learn?
When will you stop romanticizing things that hurt?
Gabriella Jane
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