you're the echoes of my everything.
you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
you're the laziness of afternoon.
you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
you're the leaky sink of sentiment.
you're the failed attempts I never could forget.
you're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love.
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