sunlight angles on a wooden floor at dawn
a ceiling fan is on chopping up my dreams
what is left of them i take to sleep again
where i dare pretend i'm more than i seem
tears get triggered, yours remind me
of the ice melting in my glass finally full again
so i listen for your lips to break apart into words
it definitely starts to spoil my heart
somewhere there's a war
sometimes there is art
feliz cumpleanos see r.
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