— Blue jeans, white shirt walked into the room. You know, you made my eyes burn it was like James Dean, for sure,you so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer. You were sort'a punk rock, i grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know, that love is mean and love hurts, but I still remember that day.

We met in november, sweet boy.

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