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Mar 2014
I'll be the silky, fine sand that
slipped through your fingers.

Oh baby it's come to this now.
I'll be your one that got away.

When you see me
your heart
will feel
so
gritty.
Written by
Eyelash Wishes
483
   --- and PrttyBrd
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