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Catching up with old friends,
it's hard not to love things you end.
Ripped letters to broken hearts,
it is tough to think about how I still love this.
Finding thoughts I left behind me.
I see you in the velvet night
and cool fall evenings.
I long for something I'll never get.
Something real, something warm.
Save me in your memory,
I find calmness in this misery.