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poem: (it happened)

we were hopelessly in love

(we were)


we won the radio contest

(we did)


and ran between the cars

in the parking lot in


our shorts as the


fireworks boomed and


blasted and shown in colors above us

(it feels real)


it was summer and we were still free

(RIP)

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