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I’ve torn out every page That has a slightest hint of your voice Cherishing the ink that bleeds on my fingertips Because it’s the last memory There ever will be for you
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
A Graveyard for You
I’ve torn out every page That has a slightest hint of your voice Cherishing the ink that bleeds on my fingertips Because it’s the last memory There ever will be for you
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
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