I said that name and skipped a heartbeat. I said it with a second chance and a forgetful smile. I said it with the faint glimmer of suicide. I tashe my wreckage in our conversations deep under the faint hums of far gone engines. With all signal flares blazing we lay somewhere inbetween the smeale of yellow lines and a yar of empty promises. I long
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