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Maybe you'll be mine someday when the stars align. Our hands- one cold, one hot, both intertwined. Yeah, just maybe when the stars align.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
whatever is past the moon
Maybe you'll be mine someday when the stars align. Our hands- one cold, one hot, both intertwined. Yeah, just maybe when the stars align.
justinemuriel
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
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