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[momaaa]

I don’t feel alright
in spite of these comforting
sounds you make
I don’t feel alright
because you make promises
that you break

Into your house
why don’t we share
our solitude
Nothing is pure
anymore
but solitude

It’s hard to make sense
feels as if I’m sensing you
through a lens
If someone else comes
I’ll just sit here listening
to the drums

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