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It all started when we were young

Those beautiful, sandy nights in Californa.
With the beach behind our houses.
To me, you were just the clever boy in the house next door to mine.

But with age you became the sun rise that never set.

I was so blind by the bright side of your eyes, that I forgot about the vague darkness around them.

I guess I just didn't want to be alone anymore.

So you became the forbidden tree house
that i called my own.

Built for me

loved by me.

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