((found this somewhere... fitting. comment if it fits you too.))
To begin a love poem
it's always the same
a time, a place
sunrises, stars, walks, things that will never be
Just Ours.
second stanza, not a road less traveled
acceleration builds; our heartbeats follow suit
beating out each other in a race for words that
do not fit this moment
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i miss you lauren!
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call me soon, we need to catch up
<3 me
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Hell yeah Mrs. Greenwood and her wicked cool travel group! :o)
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