rememberwhenwethoughtthatlovewaseverythingabouteverythingandnothingexistedoutsideofthatimtryingreallyhardtorememberthatagainbutitsnoteasynoitsthehardestthingtoremember once you have had time to forget.
that moment when you turn off your car and the music stops abruptly. right before you open your door, feeling the mechanical solidarity of material movement, when the moment is blank
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