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Jan 20
I hope there is a multi-verse where we get to be together.

A place where we get to grow old.
We never wake up without each other.
I can hold your hand, and it feels like the first time every time.
Where I'm half asleep, reaching for your skin, and I find it.
Spilled little things
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       Immortality, South by Southwest and Rick
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