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Looking Out The Window
I sat in the bus and had my head on her shoulder while I listened to Alex Turner. The sun kissed my face and for once I kissed back, I saw the trees and the telephone wires run through my vision and it was an isolated moment where you could see the dust floating. I smiled because the world was perfect and that moment lasted forever. I'd last forever.
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