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I collect things that belong to you Books that you've always wanted to read but never picked up Sand from desert beaches you've wanted to see but could never touch My granddads military bike will shine brilliant in your warm green eyes I may have yet to see your face, but I grow to know you everyday I am going to meet another man like him A man that likes the things he did
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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I collect things that belong to you Books that you've always wanted to read but never picked up Sand from desert beaches you've wanted to see but could never touch My granddads military bike will shine brilliant in your warm green eyes I may have yet to see your face, but I grow to know you everyday I am going to meet another man like him A man that likes the things he did
hannah-alexandra
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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