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Aug 2014
Let me tell you this,
Your eyes boy, they're the perfect blue.

I don't see it often
But your smile makes my heart soften.

I want to hold your hand in mine,
I want to lie with you at night.

I wake up thinking of you,
Wishing my dreams were true.
I think I could love you, and I am so scared.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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   Juneau and Joseph Schneider
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