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Sep 2014
The rain makes you look so
pretty. The way you hold your
head like a cocked crane, but
slightly. Always looking up at me even
though you're taller. idontknow how you did it.
But you managed me
exactly when I wouldn't let you.
Written by
Jessica Smith  Colorado-Montana
(Colorado-Montana)   
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