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metaphors

we stumble like weeds getting entangled in each others’ roots, getting ours hearts confused in between and I watched you lie on my marble floor with your eyes closed so I asked you quietly if you slept that way and you answered “yes” in the plain night and if I could have I’d lie next to you and disagree with you about alice in wonderland and I would’ve sat with you and asked you to play sad songs over and over even if you didn’t know any and if you didn’t have to leave I’d stayed and ask you not to leave

without pausing for breath

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