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I look back to the one and only summertime.
Our breath smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.
We'd walk down the street counting every star.
Our hearts beat inside our chests.
Leaving us gasping for every breath.
And we were just kids in love.
The summer was full of mistakes.
We wouldn't learn from.
The first kiss stole the breath from my lips.
Why did the last one tear us apart?
3.11.09 18:35
 


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