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Mar 2014
The sky was falliNg
You grabbEd my hand
We ran until Our shoes were soaked
The city cRied
But we just smiLed
WE rode our laughter like a boat
They said the night wAs ruined
I doN't agree
It waS an unforgettable memory.
Bourbon Street meant nothing compared to holding your hand.
Audrey Illena
Written by
Audrey Illena  F/Georgia
(F/Georgia)   
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