to a boy
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two years, two deaths
i wouldn't have been the same girl
i would have been the sane girl
and it's our past that haunts us
but our pain that connects us
and if it felt so right
let me play in your dreams
and we can host tea parties
this is just another chance
and if you don't take the risk
how will you know
and i still don't know
what your song means
but you're plucking at the strings
plucking at the hairs
standing on my skin
as you breathe into me
swimming in a sea of green
wondering if your kisses
will always taste like corona
but if i never get the chance
i promise i won't cry
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