of course you have to be an Aries

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you smell like coffee in the morning,
and feel like warm summer skies.

you sound like heaven
when you tell me pretty white lies.

sadly, i don't think you see me that way.

i think i'm just the girl you sneak in
your house from time to time.

who comes over at midnight
and stays until the sunrise.

i don't think you see me,
even when i'm looking into your eyes.

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