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Aug 2020
I make empty promises
I wish you'd stop this
I wish you'd notice

we fall behind each other

I had lots of dreams
turn into nightmares

I'm good
I'm really good
sometimes

I'm very bad
so bad
all the time

promises
keep them

I can hear the winter sadness

to be cold and alone
frozen and sad

all these dead promises
fading into the sky
eileen
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eileen
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