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May 2014
The way your hand slipped into mine
I'd trace around your wrist
outlining your veins
and it felt like i could stay there forever doing that
but it always came time for me to leave
too early at that
The way you tasted the first time we kissed was salt
and perhaps it was from us swimming a few minutes before
but i can't forget it every time i go in the ocean
but now you're gone and i cant help but remember the simple things
maybe they're stupid but I'd do anything to have it back
I just so happen to be going to the beach now , nostalgia has a funny way of creeping up again
Mostly numb
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Mostly numb  In my mind
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