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Nov 2014
What am I to make of all this?
Our destinies don't align
You will never love me like I love you
And yet I would still give my last breath to you
The lunacy of pursuing the horizon
Hoping that someday I'll finally reach it
with my bare hands  
Hoping that someday
you'll see how much you mean to me
and finally respond
But alas, the day ends
the sun sets, the moon rises
What little light fills the void
I hold my breath in my hands
where your heart could have been
Here I am, letting you go
There you are, letting me suffer
The wind blows you away
only to be discovered by another lucky soul
Until we meet again, sweet you,
goodbye
Mayavin Chesterfield
Written by
Mayavin Chesterfield  Boston
(Boston)   
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