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Picture-perfect model homes from 2003,
A time before I met you.
It’s funny how stories progress in a way
That makes you want to listen to songs you once loved
Once again.

I remember how we both hated part 5
Then both came to love it
As we no longer loved each other.
Music has a way of stealing words
And regifting them in the form of
Memories within melodies.

I have a playlist of
Blacklisted music
That brings me back to event after event
Like the flavor of green tea pocky
And hot chocolate.

And the order I listen
4,6,3,5
Reminds me of how short everything really is.
In the span of 15 minutes I
Relive months and months of you and me.
Nothing is meant to last
And we were simply numbers on that list.

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