Vision I have buried undergroud.

I caught you sitting on the sidewalk counting shadows. Your tears were falling on the note left by your lover. “Love me now, take whatever’s left. We tried to reconnect but can’t find one another. I saw you looking at the high, crossed, starry lover. When I’m gone, what will you become?”  He wrote

She vocalize “You’re cold but I know it’s not your fault”

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