in a way, you are a poetry material. you are full of cloudy subtleties and i’m willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
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But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirt. She’s cheers captain and I’m on the bleachers. Dreaming ‘bout the day, when you wake up and find what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.

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