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the cool morning shocks the body awake as pretensions fade before simple denials. simple truths.
the bubbles pleasantly burn the entire way down, spinning towards my heart where they'll rest and resolidify, is today but that dream?
dreams of silence, echoing memories, soft shapes, warm bodies, lost music, lost thoughts, questioned answers, unquestioned dreams, superstitions joining and breaking, mixing with the silent swings of your loves and of mine.
will all things return in time, or are we, here distant and cold, left this time to question the meanings of words laced with prophetic jinxing?
time to return to somewhere old, where i can hold my soul in the hall of memories and see all the tears ive shed.
"rendez-vous and i'm through with you"
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