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She held my hand again, why?
I
kind of forgot what it feels like,
a little bit of love
people forget what it looks like,
from 75 feet above.
A drop
is easy to imagine,
from up that high
and honestly, as I think about
j u m p i n g,
I think of you and I.
That summer´s morning,
(god i sound like shakespeare)
chocolate on your chin,
mud on our feet,
sunrise to the east.
The drop was s m a l l e r
back then:
four feet into the water.
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I´m sorry i´m a lovesick mess of an idiot, have a nice day.