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when you're mine, we can have all the hot summer sex we want
and we don't even have to put our clothes back on when we're done either
we'll relax in the dark with the windows cracked just enough to let the night's dark beauty slip through
and we can discuss our dreams and fears and hopes
the summer will be ours
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