Baroque and Rock

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You no longer love me the way you used to?
I tried to love you less. I couldn’t.

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In September the first cool nights came, then the days were cool and the leaves on the trees in the park began to turn color and we knew the summer was gone.
I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you. All the time. No one else.

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