(conflated texts)
spiraling in an outward -
i think i've been here before;
this all looks too familiar and
i've heard this one too many times
[why is the measure of love loss?]
i think i have been here before
and i think i know you
i've heard this one too many times:
no, it's not you, it's me.
["why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear?"]
i think i do know you -
you're the one with the teeth...
no, it's not you, it's me;
no, of course, strangers.
[oh! I love you, well, because! Because you're the very best! Of everything!]
you're the one with the ... teeth?!?
oh! the stories i have to share!
of course, i share them with strangers,
breaking silences, hearts.
[counting your teeth with my tongue, I repeat: you are]
oh, the stories i have to share;
repeating my life for strangers,
breaking promises, hearts,
telling myself again, and again.
[a love story: I love you]
repeating my life for strangers,
this looks all too familiar
telling myself again and again. again
spiraling in an outward -
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