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May 2014
how easily I fell onto
that bench outside, a
simple lets just wait
a few minutes
that
turned into 30, she
fish tailed my hair
and we laughed
but inside I could
hear your voice
seven years, a
few states, a
few girls,
I feel like
such a
child
for
falling
for



you.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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