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You said to me: "I'm in love with her." Your eyes closed as you let out a sigh. "I'm in love with a woman that's not you." I broke to pieces. My love another shattered vase in my museum. A museum you'd abandoned. How am I supposed to make you feel if you walk away? You left me with endless knickknacks of memories and statues of passion. I am your museum, but you decided to build yourself another history. "I'm in love with a woman that's not you." And I'm in love with a dead man whose only breath lies in dusty artifacts.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
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You said to me: "I'm in love with her." Your eyes closed as you let out a sigh. "I'm in love with a woman that's not you." I broke to pieces. My love another shattered vase in my museum. A museum you'd abandoned. How am I supposed to make you feel if you walk away? You left me with endless knickknacks of memories and statues of passion. I am your museum, but you decided to build yourself another history. "I'm in love with a woman that's not you." And I'm in love with a dead man whose only breath lies in dusty artifacts.
Atalanta
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
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