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i see boxes…
fills up a room,
all the things i never told you still glooming.
and i try though, i try though.
talking never seems to do it.

i miss the taste of you, red hearts and the dust of june
oh i miss the taste of you…

the night now, its as dark as the crows,
that call me in the discernment above…
still they won’t let me be.
two hearts gone black and blue.
oh they wont let me be…closer to you

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