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I lost my soul. Somewhere between Atlantic City and Wildwood, NJ. The salt still lingers in my hair, eyelashes, and tears. The moons changing cycle as we eat candy on the beach and chase our childhood memories away Creating tiny drawers to stash away keepsakes and overdue dreams You pet me like a long lost lover with a fragile hand Brushing out my knots and curls before we continue to share our sparkle
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
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I lost my soul. Somewhere between Atlantic City and Wildwood, NJ. The salt still lingers in my hair, eyelashes, and tears. The moons changing cycle as we eat candy on the beach and chase our childhood memories away Creating tiny drawers to stash away keepsakes and overdue dreams You pet me like a long lost lover with a fragile hand Brushing out my knots and curls before we continue to share our sparkle
I miss summer vacation in New Jersey
chloe-fuller
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
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