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Apr 2014
Eyelids fall heavy,
How peaceful my bed seems now,
Thoughts flow like rivers


I no longer cry,
But I am a bad liar,
Were not mine to love


Truth is,  I love you,
But I don't really know why,
Do I need reason?


Tell me how you really feel,
Like you're not the responsible one,
Filtering words like fine coffee.
Stefan Stratton
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Stefan Stratton
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