Its nights like these I find myself trying to match my breath to yours. Your hand is warm on my back and if I try hard enough I can imagine you holding me again. Just like when we would dance in the kitchen to your newest cd and you'd make me tea. Like when I'd fall asleep in the car and you'd shake me awake when we got home. Like when you'd wipe my tears away and tell me you still loved me, that you would never stop. The rise and fall of our chests are in sync now but I can only hear myself.
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Nunu
tears in my eyebalz
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