My ears are still ringing with "I love you"s
I can still taste the berries that weren't poison
Though I sort of wish now that they were
I'm going to run to the corners of the earth
And I'm going to find myself there
In the meantime, my world is sepia-tone
As I check my phone in anticipation of the call that won't come
My things were all in a row
And now I'm just a memory
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