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First thing to go was the sound of his voice, I
It echoes still, I'm sure but I can't hear it
Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise, I
Heard what I wanted, until
I couldn't

And I
Scared to lose
I
What's left of
You

Time moves slow, I just talk to myself, I
Finish my own sentences, the way
You used to

Why do memories glow the way real moments don't?
I, my altar is full
Of all love's delusion

And I
Hmm
And I
Hmm
And I
Scared to lose
And I
What's left of you
I
Should forget
But I
Love what's left

First thing to go was the sound of his voice

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