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Wish I lived in a mountain town. Fires burning like hands clasped tightly. Hearts churning, I can't figure why it felt to grand to be a lush in another man's land. but affairs never are sposed to feel like this, never sposed to kindle kindly like nothing exists. Maybe her lips were a paradigm polygamist, mad in love with someone she'll never miss.