The morning I asked for a favor ☀️

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Until the morning I asked for a favor
You bought me a drink asked if I wanted to dance
I said when I was sober I would dance with you again at night
And then it turned into midnight and we hadn't even danced yet but then I came to the bedroom acted like I was writing a script to a fairytale but really it all seemed to be fiction at this point because all my dreams controlled every moments of the story.

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