and oh, she's woven in beautifully, and tightly, with the threads that make up your life.
Overlapping fingerprints in dust that has settled and resettled,
marks on the window pane, from that day you both spent pressed up against it, to startle the neighbours.
You're written in each others diaries, schedule books, marked on each other's calendars that date back a lifetime.
and oh, she's woven in beautifully, and tightly, with the threads that make up your life.
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