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false you
you had eyes like a homecoming
that i find myself
living in the wake of
i never got to know you really
so my brain filled in the gaps
untruth sutures
a fiction mixed with snippets of you
i know what your favorite color is
what your friends are like
how you take your coffee
but i know none of these things
and i know that i am wrong
to find comfort in you
my real world swaying listlessly
to a nocturn in crescendo
you don't exist
i find comfort in knowing
one day
neither will i
that i find myself
living in the wake of
i never got to know you really
so my brain filled in the gaps
untruth sutures
a fiction mixed with snippets of you
i know what your favorite color is
what your friends are like
how you take your coffee
but i know none of these things
and i know that i am wrong
to find comfort in you
my real world swaying listlessly
to a nocturn in crescendo
you don't exist
i find comfort in knowing
one day
neither will i
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