Only One More Day
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XIV. I told her I had to leave tomorrow- She didn't take so kindly to my honesty. When you have to go, you best be gone. When it's all slo-mo that's where the wings come in. Still her heart beats as mine. Synchopate the music until it's nothing but acid. jazz. (She said music is how she prays.)
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