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Jun 2014
Let the air speak for the both of us.
Its cold crisp, sting us.
You don’t dare to interrupt.
But you should. Let those words fall, like you did in love.
Time won’t stop and it won’t speed up.
I used to think we were an exception. I thought I could give and live.
So when did we stop giving?
I gave you my heart and you gave me mine.
But I guess you took it back
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