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I can't walk past Rocky Raccoon's house without pondering the idea of you Simultaneously yet separately living out our days I find comfort in nostalgic music, long car rides and light shows, In lukewarm coffee representing effort put out for far too long Hues of orange and yellow stick around with no sign of surrendering Like an overdue library book I have no intention of returning American Spirits burning a hole in my heart where you used to be
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Babyface
I can't walk past Rocky Raccoon's house without pondering the idea of you Simultaneously yet separately living out our days I find comfort in nostalgic music, long car rides and light shows, In lukewarm coffee representing effort put out for far too long Hues of orange and yellow stick around with no sign of surrendering Like an overdue library book I have no intention of returning American Spirits burning a hole in my heart where you used to be
From philosophy to my sheets, you came and went so swiftly. You're one of a kind. A piece of you will always be mine.
childofchange
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Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
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