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there's something about a pinky promise,

and two pairs of eyes that are searching for a place to sleep,

that refuses to forget itself,

at least that seems to be the case for me,

and although you no longer need me in that place,

i still close my eyes to the steady thumbing of each page,

a script i have become fluent in,

an accent from which i cannot seem to refrain,

maybe it's better if i regress in my steps,

to accept the view of you when I'm not by your side,

someday maybe it will scab over,

or at least i will become articulate with my lies,

there's something about a pinky promise,

one pair of eyes that see right through,

and i just never thought that,

i'd be writing a farewell poem about you.