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the words you've been wearing are so worn
your goosebumps are braille beneath my fingers but i can't read you anymore
i walked into thursday night, alone, like it was scripted
the flames were making movies on your skin
your arms were so deep and i was falling in
i was only breaking chance.
you were taking hearts.




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