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[orangeisburning]

empty evenings with glass ceilings
the snow falls and the sky is on me fast
still city make me your lover
i can see where we left off

this stain on my heart
left from short goodbyes
make good on this message
make good on this message

messy haired heads pressed together
in conspiring thoughs
warm breaths mixed in cold air
hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye