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Feb 2014
your taste still lingers on my tongue
i wish for you before the sun
i didn't mean to make you cry
i'll wait for you until i die.

you let me here to think
in my apartment alone and weak
i never got to ask you why
i never got the chance to speak
this actually ***** but i still like it id on't know.
Bree Clayton
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Bree Clayton  Indiana
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