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~ m i s t a k e ~

~ m i s t a k e ~

I gulp down the acid like it's my favourite sip of coffee / you peel pomegranates on the kitchen table like you don't know / the grave digger is looking for my body in the backyard / and I glance at you like you wrote me the last letter of my life / you don't look back because who looks back at mistakes? / and I sense that my epitaph is going to be empty after all / for you have nothing to give to me, not even an apology / and I have a long way to go before I stop to measure my loss ~

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