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We walked the sunset, beneath a silhouette of trees. Unafraid of consequences, we flew as moths fly, aimless, blind and free. Arrogant but kind. Gentle. Always so gentle. We whispered delicate words of surrender into the dimming sky. Awaiting an answer, a purpose to continue this life. The darkness between you and I, contained by the dullness of sounds as they passed us by in the subtle breeze. The subtleties of fallen trees with hallow limbs, And oh how time flows, every so slow, though it quickly conquers me. You caught a glimpse of something, I watched you fade away, pale faced and without a trace, I decided to stay. People say we don't know what we have until it's gone They're wrong, I knew it all along.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Until Its Gone. (And Then Some...)
We walked the sunset, beneath a silhouette of trees. Unafraid of consequences, we flew as moths fly, aimless, blind and free. Arrogant but kind. Gentle. Always so gentle. We whispered delicate words of surrender into the dimming sky. Awaiting an answer, a purpose to continue this life. The darkness between you and I, contained by the dullness of sounds as they passed us by in the subtle breeze. The subtleties of fallen trees with hallow limbs, And oh how time flows, every so slow, though it quickly conquers me. You caught a glimpse of something, I watched you fade away, pale faced and without a trace, I decided to stay. People say we don't know what we have until it's gone They're wrong, I knew it all along.
shyloh-hatfield
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
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