quiet

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The words run out of my mouth like determined Olympic athletes

I always try to stop them in fear that I'll wear the sounds down too soon

That you'll grow tired of my messy explanation of love

That you'll get sick of hearing the same song

That I'll have said it too much.

I'm terrified of your goodbye.

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