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An imagined slow leak in an air mattress.
Feels the same as a real one theres.
Exactly the same way falling in love.
Knows that real time disappears.
Hell where's she going.
She was diagnosed.
In the dark it makes sense.
Forgotten Shakespeare steals the most.

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