She comes back to tell me she’s gone, as if I didn’t know that, as if I didn’t know my own bed—as if I’d never noticed, the way she brushed her hair from her forehead. And she said losing love is like a window in your heart, everybody sees you’re blown apart, everybody sees the wind blow,
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