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Oct 2014
Comfort in silence
No air to be filled
They said.
Comfortable around
The other.
Dead air or
Dead connection?
Starting fires just
To know we were
Both going to
Get burned.
At least we were
"Both" something.
Silence never slept so peacefully.
Sour Patched Kid
Written by
Sour Patched Kid
909
   ---, Pax and The Girl
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