Texty: Jack Conte. Now That’s Sacred.

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When you're gone, I'm fine, my heart won't unfold cuz I'm fine. My thoughts have more time to echo and soak and stain this space. I'm so fond of you, I miss you so, but I'm fine. When we surrender to worms, I hope you'll know I missed you well. I want to wake up next to you and make you scream. Now that's sacred