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Mar 2014
Your smile, your laugh
The way you smell like suncream
And flowery soap

Thoughts of you fly about my mind
Flitting from moments
Beautiful moments

Moments of perfection,
Last summer,

But I can't seem to hold on to any of them
Nothing is concrete
Nothing is safe

Nothing makes sense

I'm so lost without you
And it kills me to admit it

I need you
******* it
Jack Jones
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