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Like a pillow on my face, you love me unconditionally.
as long as I still suck on air, you`re gonna be there.
my lungs will fill, until.
I chill on the windowsill, fresh air in my face.
the wind blows like it knows what it knows,
goes where it goes, and saw what it saw.
but it cannot stay, it cannot say,
it cannot pray, it is the prayer,
just a container, for us to use, lose, confuse,
like do`s that that think they`re don`ts.
wills that won`t,
cans that can`t,
dids that didn`t.

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