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The undertone of you in dreams of gray and satin. My sheets are made of thoughts and sanity flies out the window, chasing after my hope of always getting just what I need. Unaware of the words I'm stammering next to you in a crowd of people who don't know what I'm thinking, who don't know how to read my eyes. Our song hums in the background and I
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