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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Telling her I loved her was like yelling underwater.
Couldn’t hear it, but she said she could see it.
The heart beat in a drippy faucet, the flickering bulbs,
- the dirty lost things, the room. Our room.
Oh, how it blooms.
Oh, how it blooms. — —-Derrick Brown

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