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So you hold your 'flight' instinct
In a tightly closed fist
Let's all pretend this is for the best
Even when I carried your worst and
Never considered giving up on you
Can you just give me answers; closure; any kind of words?
(Evaporating memories are the only thing I have left)
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Poppy
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