a voi re.

tears on a pillow
eyes on the phone
you pour all the love that you keep inside
into a song
like 'He's Gone'
and these are the thoughts that you keep inside
you smile from your window
and stand all alone
and pour all the love that you keep inside
into the phone
into the phone
and like the leaves on the trees
like the Carpenters song
like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young

*he's gone*

and it feels like the words to a song

gui.
:~*

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