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you become something for so long
you forget what it feels like to be anything else
[Photograph] on the shelf
of laughter you no longer
Rec.og[nize
So that’s it?
Yeah.
I expected more.
why?
I don’t know.
WE sat IN (Silence)
And >listened<
To the ~ WIND ~
On the [WINDOW]
Not knowing*
What else
“to say”
We Feel
Time
like
Metal
Feels
Cold
I Let
My
Fingers
Feel
The
Warmth
of
The
Water
On
The
Dirty
Dishes
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