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hurrf

the only thing, i miss about us
is our love...
enveloping ourselves in love
shivering in deep weird love...
seeds of our love
rest in decay
underneath the valleys
of my bedsheets
those sounds and scents
standing eternally
as close to our tired dreams
as we struggle getting away
my head rooting on this
hurrf

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