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Feb 2014
I seem to lack a sense.
I missed a very important date today.
Today we'd sit underneath the tree,
observing around us.
We'd make shapes in the dirt with our fingers,
break sticks till they crumbled,
unnoticed beneath our fingers.
I miss your face.
I'm sorry,
let me make it up to you?
To you, h.w. Let me make it up J'adore
Wolfey
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Wolfey  America
(America)   
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   hannah way
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