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Feb 2010
Lost days
Thoughts, waves
Used things
Sweet, forever
Secret dreams,
Your acid face.
Light the match,
It never burns,
So instead we drown and
Play, watching, waiting
While they breathe lies,
It gets clearer.
This needs change and
We surrendered hazily;
Maybe it isn’t hopeless.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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