I whisper to the winds again, to come back one day. Because I want to read every verse of that poem over and over again and again. Both the taste remains in my palate and finish.
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Watching your big world hide under a tiny smile. I think when you got so strong, when did you get off that thick armor? But I'm glad you did. I feel like I'm reading the last lines of poems you've processed string string.
I'd like to take every single piece of your way out of here and see if you've been able to jump over it instead of throwing it away. I want to see the joy in your eyes when everyone does what they say they can't.
And now you teach me again, you're not in love with people in your life. Happiness is going to pass by us as we stay in our place.
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Slowly learning, I understand that happiness is actually an infinite melody.
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