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The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
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I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
The warmth you chased was just the echo of a ghost, leaving you thirsty in a world of cold noise.
I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
I remember how that ache felt before the static took over the airwaves.
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