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if you're awake and you're looking up at the night blue i hope you'll find the peace i'm looking for too im talking to thin air hoping the winds catch my words saying "i'll see you tomorrow" when we both know that's not true maybe one day far from now we'll wind up at the coffeeshop down the street we'll trade mundane stories you'll show me a scar you got from scraping your hand on the cutting board i'll tell you about my accident when my sister's fish accidentally died of the cold over the buzz of the grinder the warmth of the cup the bustle of the street outside our fingers barely touching one day soon we'll make it through
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May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC
One Day Soon
if you're awake and you're looking up at the night blue i hope you'll find the peace i'm looking for too im talking to thin air hoping the winds catch my words saying "i'll see you tomorrow" when we both know that's not true maybe one day far from now we'll wind up at the coffeeshop down the street we'll trade mundane stories you'll show me a scar you got from scraping your hand on the cutting board i'll tell you about my accident when my sister's fish accidentally died of the cold over the buzz of the grinder the warmth of the cup the bustle of the street outside our fingers barely touching one day soon we'll make it through
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ApolloThornhill
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC
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