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Today at exactly 4:07 p.m on September 2, 2014 On a perfect kind of weather tuesday   Standing in the press box, which is normally like an oven, but not today. The cool air filled the press box like it could snow or prince charming himself could come kiss you at any moment in the rain. Filming people running around on a field catching footballs like bullets I felt my heartbeat It was pulled from way back on the selves of your heart where you can't seem to put an order to things because well, it leaves space but this time This time you took the time to grab mine again and dusted it off for finger prints but you only found yours. you text me to tell me, I wasn't the only one. *T~
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
He's hidden in Las Vegas and I'm shown here
Today at exactly 4:07 p.m on September 2, 2014 On a perfect kind of weather tuesday   Standing in the press box, which is normally like an oven, but not today. The cool air filled the press box like it could snow or prince charming himself could come kiss you at any moment in the rain. Filming people running around on a field catching footballs like bullets I felt my heartbeat It was pulled from way back on the selves of your heart where you can't seem to put an order to things because well, it leaves space but this time This time you took the time to grab mine again and dusted it off for finger prints but you only found yours. you text me to tell me, I wasn't the only one. *T~
#breathtaking #passion #boundaries #hearts
taylor-pyle
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
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