and then suddenly, love songs
made sense—in a way that I could
understand the lines in between;perhaps, all fell into place—like leaves
descending from trees, and my heart
collapsing into your hands.the thing is, you're not even mine
to begin with.
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and then suddenly, love songs
made sense—in a way that I could
understand the lines in between;perhaps, all fell into place—like leaves
descending from trees, and my heart
collapsing into your hands.the thing is, you're not even mine
to begin with.