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the new architecture is here i miss the old floor plan the days of your hots hands the new setting has settled i miss the in between not locked, not free when are you coming home this house is a ghost without you most of the days i bleed without you stitch myself sick and then i let you creep into my sleep like sandman seep into my tea and breakfast i cannot escape, i cannot resist i cannot imagine no greater bliss my heart cracks and creaks i cannot stand the increasing heat
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Sandman
the new architecture is here i miss the old floor plan the days of your hots hands the new setting has settled i miss the in between not locked, not free when are you coming home this house is a ghost without you most of the days i bleed without you stitch myself sick and then i let you creep into my sleep like sandman seep into my tea and breakfast i cannot escape, i cannot resist i cannot imagine no greater bliss my heart cracks and creaks i cannot stand the increasing heat
munybee
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
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