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May 2017
I’ve been whispering a thousand breathless lines to a lover that I will never taste.
Every day I’m reminded why spending time on people is such a waste.

When all I can do is promise words that are as temporary as the scent I leave on their bed.
Whenever morning comes, I’ll quietly leave you sleeping with my ghost inside your head.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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