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Sweetest Laugh
Can't get away, can't run from this,
your ghost is stained in my sweater,
your latte cremé is spilled on my soul.
The beauty of a memory is twarted,
my nostalgia is like a two sided knife,
it cuts my chest and kisses my lips.
...
your ghost is stained in my sweater,
your latte cremé is spilled on my soul.
The beauty of a memory is twarted,
my nostalgia is like a two sided knife,
it cuts my chest and kisses my lips.
...
