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Dec 2013
Can I sit next to you
And reminisce
Of times
Of eternal bliss?
When we were in love
And sparks flew
Nothing amounts to our first kiss
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But time moved on,
And so did you.
Now you're the past.
Since then my days have been blue.
I sit and think
Of the past.
Wondering if they all was true.
Juno Overstreet
Written by
Juno Overstreet  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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