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Badum,
badum badum.
I woke to the sound
of my head on your heart.
I was sure I died last night.
Turns out it was just
me being a drama queen
again.
My terrible words
fail me, how could
they when I trace
their shapes for a living.
It is possible
to say too much.
It is possible
to have too many plants.
One of them will die
when you're out of town.
It's okay, you are
still a good person.
Solace comes
in secret.
I sleep now dreaming
of days when nothing
had yet to be said
and it was enough.
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# production notes
sound inspired by brockhampton's [MAN ON THE MOON](https://open.spotify.com/track/3UdquFlgsSBKueNRHgjOiG?si=3a31e02f90654d55).