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765 · Jan 2019
melody
Siobhan Gray Jan 2019
I lost you today,
like an old song
that I can't quite remember the name-
you shall be that evermore,
white noise,
a distant melody.
A memory-
just that.
530 · Sep 2018
Unbearable
Siobhan Gray Sep 2018
When the alcohol hits
the thought of you is unbearable,
not in the sense of
I cannot stand being in your presence,
but being around you makes me uncomfortably in love with you
and the thought of your lips resting upon mine makes my heart uncontrollably swell.
How do I go on?
Drunken writing

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