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Sep 2014
Your hands around my waist
as we walked through more aisles
Our arguments were of
deciding who cared to carry
We head back for campus tours
and that was enough.
The screaming and cryings
Forgotten

You were mine
for too brief a moment
Only until dusk turned into dawn.
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