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my melancholy tastes like bittersweet
my heart sings to pang these days it's just a momentary lapse in reason i know and as i wait for the bluebird of happiness to swoop down and take me i bide my time with a spanish dancer her gait keeps me distracted my melancholy tastes like bittersweet as i swallow it back down keeping it inside of me safe close hidden gazing out the window waiting for something to happen my mind finds you through the dissonance and my heart draws a slow deep breath in it's your smile that kills... |
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