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Jun 2014
I like talking to you late at night.
It's when my mind feels sharpest surrounded by darkness.
While yours becomes a fun house for your sleep deprived mind.
It was during one of these moments you pulled my face to yours.
And pressed your lips to mine.
Jake
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