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Dec 2014
Pull Me Back to the last weeks of summer
Where things were broken
But I was high off of the sun's rays
The ones from his smile.

Things weren't good

But they were pretty great.
Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni
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Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni  Green Brook
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