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Feb 2014
I love his laugh, it's like crashing symbols.
His heartbeat is the rhythmic tapping of the drum.
The wise words he speaks are the lyrics to my favorite song
and I never want to stop listening.
I love how his eyes can read your soul like a treble clef
His hands are strong enough to feel the music in the air
The way he gives me goosebumps when he hits the chorus is mesmerizing.
Average Cup of Jo
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Average Cup of Jo  Kent, Ohio
(Kent, Ohio)   
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   Theia Gwen
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