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let me be the one who calls you baby all the time
measure in love
it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth…
we’ve still got time
each descending peak on the lcd took you a little farther away from me
and I have felt the same
brooklyn, brooklyn take me in
why walk when you can fly?
walking by, something corporate
“Your mother was born in December,
on the one sunny day that winter gave up.
She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,
when she stared at the world.”
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