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Mar 2014
..
As we sat there
Waiting for the sun
to sleep
I couldn’t help
But examine
Your demeanor.
The way you held your self from
The way your lips
Curved when you talked
The love I have for you jawline.
Everything was just perfect.
You me and this open field.
Lyr
Written by
Lyr  Philly
(Philly)   
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   Emily Tyler
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