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The fabric of my pillowcase Matches your eyes As I close mine My mind begins to memorialize Like adolescents we were Jumping over a fire Hand in hand The love and desire Embracing one another Now part of the scenery The sun begins to fall Oh, the irony Gliding through the night Our tongues collide With dew on the grass We hold on for the ride
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Dew on the Grass
The fabric of my pillowcase Matches your eyes As I close mine My mind begins to memorialize Like adolescents we were Jumping over a fire Hand in hand The love and desire Embracing one another Now part of the scenery The sun begins to fall Oh, the irony Gliding through the night Our tongues collide With dew on the grass We hold on for the ride
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SGArndt
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
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