Pencil marks trace where you were left out of every picture. Shutters speed grow with my hearts one desire to know that this is true. Even after you leave, I'll have this one moment to hold on to. Is it possible to realize all at once I lost you? Or were those photographed embraces more then just lust in your secluded world? Unsure if my core can
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lol
i love you brenda!
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