Tiny things

Every once in awhile, I saw it scripted on you, deep into your skin, deep into my heart.

People say things about me, and my hallucinations on the throbbing moment.

Days pass quickly, the wish I made and how they became so true to live with, reminds

me of what writes on my card. Remember the way you are, remember the way we were.

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