Aug 2020
reaching out,
our fingers
nearly
touch
just a little
bit further,
sparks fly
and i
lay alone
in bed
you weren't
there
you didn't
reach
for me
it was
just a dream
it was
just fake
our fingers
nearly
touch
just a little
bit further,
sparks fly
and i
lay alone
in bed
you weren't
there
you didn't
reach
for me
it was
just a dream
it was
just fake
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