And when your eyes filled over nothing at all, you would whisper an apology for feeling so much.
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chalk‑dust light on our sleeves — fell in a cold so sharp it silenced everything,
And when your eyes filled over nothing at all, you would whisper an apology for feeling so much.
chalk‑dust light on our sleeves — fell in a cold so sharp it silenced everything,