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Sep 2016
Just for now

We will get out of this alive

Correct

Who you used to be

Ghosts steer me to a false past

And your face hasn't been clear since

This fogged window

A place for mourning

Insist on my departure

It's okay

And we're both afraid

And we're both apart

Can't seem to find my pace

My place

My safe way of going on

Maybe it really wasn't for me

And maybe your hand is clutching another's

I will feel rest and wither

A summer is spent on cures

Hands on my shoulders

Tell me to come in

It's all I have now

Sweet dying love

You are still the one
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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