faces are like flowers

conversations take like hours

theres a point when i dont want to talk anymore

and listening is just as heavy

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our faces decay as flowers

can you still love a decayed flower

theres more than just that face

the undying things. thats what i want

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hearts they change

but lets hope for the better

i have as much control of yours

as i do the weather

but regardless i accept

i know theres nothing better