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I stand in the night’s chill
Watching you watch me through your window.
I can see us both, my reflection and you:
With you like a ghost inside me;
With me like a skin enveloping you.
Once forming the landscape of our room,
monuments of you,
And you and I-
Slowly ceased to exist,
As if you were swiping the freckles from my face.
I’m trying to convince myself I look better without them.
Gonna start using this blog for things besides music now. Things I make and things I find inspiring.
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