Boys Rarely Appreciate Nonstop Dating On Neptune

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Yesterday I saw a photograph,
From my past,
But it wouldn’t even make eye contact,
Let alone give a smile without a tax,
I was incalculably shocked,
When our eyes never locked,
My throat dropped,
My memories were cropped.





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