LYRIC
The collapse of constellations.
I slept through air raids and woke to find you weren't there.
A slight pause to check a mirror: you painted nightmares on my face.
The collapse of constellations.
I slept through air raids and woke to find you weren't there.
A slight pause to check a mirror: you painted nightmares on my face.
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The collapse of constellations.
I slept through air raids and woke to find you weren't there.
A slight pause to check a mirror: you painted nightmares on my face.
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