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Nothing - Phantom
Hands shake, we breathe smoke
phantoms in air.
Distorted reflections,
of moons in wells.
and we’ll pretend,
and never sleep again.
and well pretend,
and never sleep again.
Stripped screws and rusted gears
inside your head
and you don’t know you,
don’t want me yet.
but we’ll pretend,
and never sleep again.
and well pretend,
and never sleep again.
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