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😂😍

poke!

I miss you in that Souvlaki Space Station kind of way. Everything hazy, floating, like I’m caught between reverb and memory. It’s like every time I try to move on, the feedback just loops back to you, a gentle distortion humming through the quiet. You were my favorite kind of melancholy, soft like Dagger, distant like the opening chords of When the Sun Hits. Even the world feels out of phase without you, all shimmer and no warmth. Tell your mom her garden still smells like the summer we fell apart.

🖐️😨

🐤