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there's nothing else left to waste

draw me a path,

that leads me straight to you

 

paint the moon

into the sky, so i can see

the road ahead of me

 

i long to feel your fingertips

ghost on my skin,

reminding me this is real

 

my hands clasp on sheets

as i try desperately to sleep

while nightmares threaten to take over

 

the stars and moon will align,

a thin tread will always lead me back to you

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Jun 20, 2013
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