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november

november air blew through my hair,
i looked at her and and i smiled.
scent of baked cookies filled the lane.
she pulled me in and shut the door.
"it's not too late," i told myself, but
she saw through me and smiled
and said, "it's alright"
and kissed me.

all of it passed by in a blur
we were now in her car
i wanted to stop myself,
but when i nodded when she said,
"let's 3:06 again tonight."
i knew i lost you and i lost myself
but she saw through me and smiled
and said, "it's alright."

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