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Aug 2019
I keep leaving
the thousands of miles
between us
for the outskirts of
close to you.
I sleep where the strange stars hum
awoke.

in a teacup
of the last
day… I hold
your hand
forever.


we never sleep
through the Life
we’re dying
for.


always aswoon.

and un-clever.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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