only when i see someone in the throes of heartbreak do i realize i am no longer there.
it does, however, make me want to feed F cookies and read him poetry.
sometimes i think in a different life, we could have been best friends.
I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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