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I confess. I think I loved him because I used to listen to his voice Imaging your face moving with it. I put on one of his tracks, Randomly. And that’s when it hit me. I blinked But only to comfort the lie That I hadn’t started to cry. Your face is better.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Your Face Is Better
I confess. I think I loved him because I used to listen to his voice Imaging your face moving with it. I put on one of his tracks, Randomly. And that’s when it hit me. I blinked But only to comfort the lie That I hadn’t started to cry. Your face is better.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
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