Whenever I walk past our old haunts,
Whenever you cross my mind,
I'll roll these words softly in my mouth,
I'll clutch them tightly between my teeth,
Like a protection charm for the believer.
Like a fevered prayer for the faithful.
If I say it often enough, perhaps it will come true.
And if I say it often enough, perhaps I'll start to believe it myself.
I'm over you.
I'm over you.
Steffi Teowira
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