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i need you to know that
there are somethings i
used to be but have
forgotten how to
do you know dear
what i would give to
feel the words pouring like
cheap wine from my mind
onto a blank white page
(again)
oh dear do you know
what i would give to
have you illuminate my
thoughts and press all
the right words on the
surface of my eyelids
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