What is a baseball?
I think I arrived late to the yard sale.
The moon, and yellow light.
"There are Fireflies in Chicago"
I wonder if you're thinking
I wonder what he's up to right now.
Have you seen that movie?
Maybe you have a tattoo.
Sometimes, my friends,
Who you don't even know,
Make faces that remind me of you.
I can't believe what moving on would mean.
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After a certain point, we stop spending time with our friends in their bedrooms.
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