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Posted On: August 1st 2025, 02:04 am
[Down Low]
We kept our records in a drawer
Our voices low on rotary phones
The world moved soft through kitchen doors
And settled in our bones
We were kept down low, like letters never sent
Like wine that aged but no one came to pour
Still here, still whole, but somehow not quite meant
For rooms we used to enter through the door
We kept our records in a drawer
Our voices low on rotary phones
The world moved soft through kitchen doors
And settled in our bones
We were kept down low, like letters never sent
Like wine that aged but no one came to pour
Still here, still whole, but somehow not quite meant
For rooms we used to enter through the door
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