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Oct 2014
The smell of bacon in the air
My toes cold on the tile floors
You wrap your arms around my waist
Sending warm vibes to my core
We dance in old pajamas all day
And move the furniture around
Making forts and playing games
To music so loud it pounds
We cuddle with popcorn and movies
Maybe I would let you pick
Falling asleep in each others arms
And then sleeping until just six
It all seemed so perfect
In my minds eye
But then I woke up this morning
And wished to speed up time
AllAtOnce
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AllAtOnce  19/F/United States
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