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I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.

I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.

I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.

I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.

And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.

I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,

Your hands still catch the light the right way and

Our hearts still beat the same.