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Reckoner

kiss me
today
tomorrow
i want your smile
i want your love
i want to take from you
until you have nothing
nothing but me

but now I have nothing
not even you
where did you go
i reckon i felt a breeze
when you did leave
and now it’s like
you’re dead
and I’m dying
slowly
but surely





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