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connective

and all the days and all the words share
and all the holding (hands and the fear of
heights and all the lies i told and

words wasted trying to convince myself
that ecstasy is love and that love
was enough and

every novel has an ending but this one
has lost itself in between the leaves and
the letters and my shoulder
blades ache and

what happened to love or was it always this
treacherous and this world ending
and

do the days slip by or do i and

did you know a fear of heights
is actually a fear of falling
and

did you and

do you and

and and

 

and

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