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Marion


Marion, Marion,


I dream of marrying him.


Sitting by his side,


his hand on my thigh


driving towards where the sun


hangs low in the sky.


Only we know that we’re up this high.


Fueled by our youth.


Fitting irregularly together.


I cannot see into the future,


but I know I want this to last forever.

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