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He was a song, I sang between breaths. A dream, I pulled out of dark corners and into my heart. I wore my brightest smile and cried my heaviest tears because of him. A wounded bird trying to build a home with a twig, he took every ounce of my passion and drank it like a twist of lime murky in tonic, clouding his eyes. Post dated.

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