rome

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you've become the squatter of my mind
you roam my thoughts
you walk wherever you find
your feet leading you on, never looking behind
you leave your dust to sweep
and your words for me to weep

get out of my head
leave me be
this place is dead

i was over you
till i realized i left our nest
with a set of broken wings
and i said i'd look over you
but now i'm looking for you
and you're nowhere to be found

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