commit this to memory
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you’re the echoes of my everything
you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night
you’re the laziness of afternoons
you’re the reason why i burst and why i bloom
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you’re the leaky sink of sentiment
you’re the failed attempts i never could forget
you’re the metaphors i can’t create
to comprehend this curse that i call love…
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how will i break the news to you?
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