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we can walk on the ceiling
we can dance to lightbulbs breaking
we can paint our silhouettes on the windows
how they glow, that was yesterday
yesterday never came

if you were here we'd have a story
to tell the snowman, but it's raining
pens and papers, empty like this heart

you're just a transparent gif in the dark..

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