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Feb 25
on sunday I found myself
flipping through vintage postcards
looking for the church where we first kissed
I think I wanted to show you what it used to be
but I'm not sure
all I know is that you've done it already
infiltrated my every thought
Written by
Melanie  F/NYC
(F/NYC)   
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