Nicotine in the morning makes me swagger and sway to the wax and wane in the heartbeat of the indigo skyline, because I am unsure of what we made in the nights before you were so convincing to me that after the same seasons in a row, you were not the same but now I know you will always be; a shadow I chased.
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