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I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea

Saturday, July 10

ask me why

under the iron bridge, we kissed
and although I ended up with sore lips
it just wasn't like the old days anymore
no, it wasn't like those days
am I still ill?

at 1:31 AM

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