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Wind back to when you wooed me, Itinerary read fun, no falling, You took my pen and crossed away It hit me without warning... Like the tide creeping in, My dipping toes retracted, Then beautifully distracted- I dropped my pen and swam.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
Something for the weekend
Wind back to when you wooed me, Itinerary read fun, no falling, You took my pen and crossed away It hit me without warning... Like the tide creeping in, My dipping toes retracted, Then beautifully distracted- I dropped my pen and swam.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
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