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Aug 2014
I've dreamt about you.
Before I've met you.
It's so strange to me.
The minute we met though
I knew it had purpose
And the minute I saw you smile
I heard your laugh
And I saw the way your eyes sparkled
I knew that you weren't the girl
The girl in my dreams
She wasn't real
She wasn't who I sought you to be
Because you are so much more
So much more to me
But why?
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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