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He's the feeling that I can't name the daydreams that lure me into a future I create with words that don't fit he's the only sound I can hear the scent soaked in my skin in every sigh I inhale he's everything I wish was mine
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
Wish was mine
He's the feeling that I can't name the daydreams that lure me into a future I create with words that don't fit he's the only sound I can hear the scent soaked in my skin in every sigh I inhale he's everything I wish was mine
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
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