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Crocosmia

Beau Navire

Expecting something a little more?
I shudder to recall the now new you
An embodiment of ideals from the mouth of everyone else
I wish that when I think of us: Our laughter, our arms, our friendship
My teeth wouldn't chatter and there wouldn't be that empty
Look in your eyes (grow the fuck up)