II. walking

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you were walking like you still loved me like it was still inside you i can recognize myself anywhere even the parts hidden inside other bodies you still wanted me after all this time you still held onto me yes it's etched in the lines on your hands that you shoved in your pockets it wasn't because of the cold it was because you were hiding them from me you could see me in yourself too

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