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Jul 2021
I don’t know what we are doing
I don’t know what we are calling it
I don’t know what I see months down the road for us
But I do know that when he looks at me he sets every single part of me on fire
And I think that’s a sign.
Angela Rose
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Angela Rose  28/F/Fort Myers
(28/F/Fort Myers)   
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