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1:04 AMIn every canvas, she draws his eyes
In every address, she writes "his arms"
In every playlist, she types "his voice"
In every space, she writes his name
In every drug, she inhales his scent
In every cold night, she yearns his hug
In every crowd, she sees him alone
People call it love
But she calls it "you"
I didn't much expect this piece would make sense and would be one of my favorites because I wrote it before hitting the hay at past 12 midnight. Haha.
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