And all the words I read now, the ones with new form and stories too deep to comprehend, all the words I read have traces of you left behind between the lines. They all sound so pretty until ghosts start asking questions and shadows begin quoting the things you quoted that I am reading again but for the first time. And all these words, they are so perfect, just like you, but they have multiple meanings now and too many stories to count.
P.s. I know I shouldn't say this but I hope ive done the same thing to all your favorite songs
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