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Love is how I resist contacting you ever again

Nature Abstract

I tried describing you to someone, but they didn't get it

I’m learning to hear my own voice, not the echo of others

Ma mère avait raison finalement

Watching you fall asleep on my couch

I hope, one day, all my pain turns into something as beautiful as you

I thought it was love but it must've been the smoke