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Jul 2014
You can still smell
the summer nights
Warm and wet,
The hushed conversations
through paper thin walls,
It's around midnight and the instruments are singing,
My lips never felt better than
when they were pressed
against yours
Tupelo
Written by
Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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