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Jan 21
She came in the room and gave me food;
And in that moment she was you.
Not sure if it was the liquor or the mood,
but I stepped outside to smoke with you.
As my puffs of breath left me,
I'm sure the whispered prayer carried through.
She's just a girl at a party.
But, **** it all, I wish she was you.
Dear Gabby, I met a girl at a party this weekend. She was just like you. I had just met her and she shared your favorite food with me. I'm glad nobody came outside with me. You would have had a lot of fun.
Rubianne Foster
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Rubianne Foster  27/F/FL, USA
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