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Sep 2014
and my mind drips with doubt as the silence roars louder
I pick at the left over black nail polish as my hands shake
its unfathomable - that you - are now a stranger
but I'll still fall asleep in this Beach House and think of you

and now these thoughts are spilling onto my hardwood floors
their scent the same as that black sweater of yours I'd always steal
oui
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