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Oct 2020
Sometimes the dark of night
Gets the best of us
Faded promises
Glued on top of broken trust
Swimming in your addiction
Drowning on lust
Sailing on this stream of consciousness
Knowing the sun
May never come up
Following the stars
Not guided by much
Just wandering the universe
Reaching out for a feeling
That these hands never could touch
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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