my brother, my home
we were born from the same sunken star
a pair of old weary souls
still far apart, falling apart
I miss your nearness to me
but we are a bit closer among the universe
if you ever feel like
your world is uninhabitable
you can join mine
because I cannot remember if you're
a dream or a memory
I swear we've touched before
although I had always been wishing
you weren't a fragment of
my own imagination
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
my brother, my home
we were born from the same sunken star
a pair of old weary souls
still far apart, falling apart
I miss your nearness to me
but we are a bit closer among the universe
if you ever feel like
your world is uninhabitable
you can join mine
because I cannot remember if you're
a dream or a memory
I swear we've touched before
although I had always been wishing
you weren't a fragment of
my own imagination
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