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Full Autumn(attic)

People always say there's a first for everything.

well, there's a last for anything.

like the last time i took a deep breath.

or the last dream i had on your chest.

or the very last time that you really caught my eye

call it the very last time i was right.

I've been moving for way too long. takin' shots at all alone.

and my lasts become first wrongs. same paintings in a new home.

like the first time i got caught in her stare.

or the very first time my fingers met her hair.

or the very first time that i've felt right again

call it dangerous, but i like my ice thin.

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