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Feb 2020
It's strange, but
my head feels off
today.

If I touch it,
it will try to float away.

So I'm standing by this car,
and I don't know where you are.

And my mind will fly away,
but on the ground my heart will stay.

Frozen roses on the floor,
ginger hair and stolen lore.
Said he didn't mind to stay,
but when it rained, he ran away.
Written by
Alex V
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