i am learning to live without the idea of you
and i am trying to fill up the empty cave
in my head, the one you created when you
fell to the ground and pulled me down with you.
she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving.
it's 11:20 on a cloudy october night
and the world is falling to my feet.
the world is falling to my feet
as autumn leaves perform their death march to the ground
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