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Something to get used to
He went out with her last month,
something I will have to get used to,
the glances they'll pass,
and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.
She gave him a nickname,
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I wonder..
I wonder what it would be like to not love you.
What would happen if I let go?
I didn't hold on tight enough when it counted,
and now I'm stuck not able to let the rest of you slip through the cracks.
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Loves
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I Would Hate Me Too
I would hate me too
I would hate the way
I talk a lot
When I’m with people
Who I like
I would hate my constant
Chattering
So much
That I’d leave me me on read too
I would hate the way
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the dance I didn't attend
lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red
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Copycat
when they say copying is the sincerest form of flattery,they mean art.
when I say copying is the sincerest form of flattery,
i think about how your voice
has the same cadence as mine,
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What do you hope to do before you die?
What do you hope to do before you die?
Love
I hope to love
I hope to love so thoroughly
So constantly
So deeply
