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backseat, 1am.

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Nothing feels better than $100 on your sleeve and 6 friends to either side of you, a car full of windy hair and messy veins, und...
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NYC

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I remember you. you were the boy with all the city things on your sleeve: coffeeshop music and piano keys, singing a melody strung toge...
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fear

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if you are afraid of sharks then I'll walk you to the water. if you fear friday nights then I'll do saturday mornings. ...
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because 'I love you' isn't good enough

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It isn't long enough, or short enough, or valid enough. 3 words 8 letters enough to kick him in the groin and catch her o...
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thoughts before fall strikes

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I want to talk about the last taste of summer,  how the trees are slightly tinted and how people's lives start over in the fall w...
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Let's indeed.

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Let's see the country, spend our nights on the other side of New York,  never letting the hours tell us what to do. Let's pla...
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eternal/internal camping

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Today I didn't want to leave. And I love to camp in the rain but the stars are more worth sitting by. We should've know...
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Spain

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I love the soils of Spain because it's beautiful there. I left myself there in the form of shared desserts and footprints in the sa...
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how the globe works.

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Why do we wrap pity up in soft boxes and pretend it's a gift? Why do we run red lights and why do kids smoke cigarettes and what is...
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the last day of June

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It's the last day of June and I lost a lot on the way here. The trees are greener on the other side of our giant island and th...
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The hallway is alright.

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My name was always 'Addison' but that one boy called me 'Addigail'  and I still see him write it on the folds of faded bl...
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words for him

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I know why they crave summer

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Maybe we'll ride the winter train back and forth between Courthouse Drive and this tree-less wonderland. As long as you catch so...
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Paris

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You told us not be tourists. So I moved to Paris. There's something in Paris that everybody needs to look for.  Like a t...
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