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waves drop, noise falls, bouncing off the idea of flight and sinking into your reflection. losing the definition of my existence in the color of your eyes, my earmuffs warm me not at all compared to the perfect shape of your nose. happiness contained only by the headphones that can't quite block out the traffic falling into the waves of never overcoming the white noise the sound of mountains in between us. note:i know this is really cliche, but any advice or critisms are deeply appreciated