Long love letters in the back of my diary,
her spine stretches and snaps,
sewn back together and dressed in tape.
It’s when you smile.
That’s when I know,
that’s when we glow,
that’s when my decades old diary yawns and yearns for one more page.
Long love letters in the back of my diary,
her spine stretches and snaps,
sewn back together and dressed in tape.
It’s when you smile.
That’s when I know,
that’s when we glow,
that’s when my decades old diary yawns and yearns for one more page.
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