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faces all day.
but not the face.

i wonder if i’ll even recognize you.
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the longing used to be a release somehow.
i remember it being sweeter than this.
a dancing ache to keep me company in your absence,
seems to have forgotten the steps and left me just standing now.

so what’s supposed to happen when i’m only looking away?

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