Sad moments cling to hearts walls
and churn until the
pipe-work of the eyelids
releases gushes of watered down
hope.
Sad moments cling to hearts walls and churn until the pipe-work of the eyelids releases gushes of watered down hope. |
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Comments
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For Id die to be the cigarette that lies in your lips
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How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
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For Id die to be the cigarette that lies in your lips
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you are my sweetest downfall
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How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
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