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tell me about your day

won’t you tell me about your day

so that i don’t have to speak

i’ll pretend that i am listening

as you chapter down this street

i’ll let you lead the way

the way i always do

eventually when we reach the door

i’ll let me you kiss me too

this time i won’t forget to say

that it’s you this week i’ll miss

i’ve never been good with endings

i pretend that we exist


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