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Oct 2019
listen to love’s marching band.

i am tired of my grief, and I would like you to love me.

don’t look at your feet, while you can look at stars.

don’t forget to love me.

a song delivered to you, a wind chill and blank space. the song is quiet, so you can sleep.
Written by
Jerimiah  19/M/New York
(19/M/New York)   
   Fawn and Salmabanu Hatim
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