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[capesideromance]

i can feel the lonliness in the breeze,
in the empty seat next to me.
and my pillow, it smells like your shampoo.
and my eyes, they're overflowing of you.

what do i do?
what do i think?
what do i say?
is it all ok?

and the ink, from the pen you wrote with
it speaks to me, telling me you meant every word you said
but the ink's eyes are facing left.
-me