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Apr 2013
I couldn’t tell you for sure if I’m realistic
I want to believe in you.
When life spans over a vast canvas
And my life’s encountered so many marks
And sparks and dings and things
its fallen, am I falling?
I'm calling
Hold me
I am aware I will never be prepared.
Hold me like you could know me,
Before and after whatever event
We are looking through
And let me feel you.
Tonight I feel alone
I feel hallow, I feel ashamed
I feel borrowed
I only want to talk and linger
I’m a night stalker and a day dreamer
With no time in-between for sleep
Crawl beneath my sheets and hold me.
best to remain unnamed
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