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Because I
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The Seasons Were Ours i guess it comes down to this
a near miss
and a catapult out of orbit
into the distance
drifting away
at the speed of empty space
a vine creeping up the wall
even if you notice it you're just a salmon
fighting a waterfall
because i miss you
i've loved you
a near miss
a fatal kiss
as i hugged you
it's over
i know
i see you
just a dot
burning hot
..burning out...
going gone
