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You Were A Storm

Deep down, you know what you really are. And you can never be with me, because I also know what you really are.

We Can’t Talk About It

What are we even doing? I want to ask you. But I can’t even do that because it would break this spell we’ve woven around ourselves. Nothing is going on, because nothing is going on.

I Miss You Already

I miss you when I can’t see your funny toes. I miss you when your hair is in a knit cap. I miss you when you say you miss cigarettes because I’ve never seen you smoke one and who you are depends on when I met you.

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