su letra
1:45 p.m.

I can think pretty consistently until your name comes up.

And it does.

It keeps, I don't know, just popping into my day.

Like Haloween Specials.

I remember so much of you.

It is just the depth of your eyes that I've lost,

but not forgotten.

As if "love just is."

Life without you is the schoolbus scene in
Welcome to the Dollhouse.

She says you're leaving in February.

To quote mi madre,

"How convenient,"

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