Hazy thoughts and poor vision,
tiredness spending the night,
in the corners of my eyes.
The same thoughts are ever present,
and they're thoughts of regaining access,
to the bliss of being in your arms.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Hazy thoughts and poor vision,
tiredness spending the night,
in the corners of my eyes.
The same thoughts are ever present,
and they're thoughts of regaining access,
to the bliss of being in your arms.
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