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On our first date At the movie theater You told me your hands were cold So I would hold them And keep them warm Now my hands are cold And your presence lingers In a scent On my sweatshirt
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
hands
On our first date At the movie theater You told me your hands were cold So I would hold them And keep them warm Now my hands are cold And your presence lingers In a scent On my sweatshirt
mattea-marie
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
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