Loves
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Group Chat
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
A link to Spotify
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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
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