Sustained sleeplessness set against the soundtrack to In the Mood for Love.
There is something about strings and harmonics.
There is something about the poignancy of a good love story.
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I mortgaged my heart for a lifetime of hope.
I gave up hope but my heart returned, depreciated.
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The calm after a storm. The floods after rain. The humid spells that ominously lead up to rain.
When did it happen,
I don't remember.
You stole my heart
Sometime between Sunday and Sunday.
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