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Jul 2018
I put a dream catcher above my bed
Just to get you out of my dreams tonight.
I know it won’t help,
I’m always reaching out for you.

The words we left unsaid,
All the words we never shared.
They're hanging in the air,
All the feelings we never spared.

Am I out of line
For reaching for what’s never there?
Madeline,
Do you still think there’s nothing left?

Cuz this time we’re out of time.
Cardboard-Jones
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Cardboard-Jones  M
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