In my dreams, it was always you;
the boy with the warm smile
the boy in the gray sweater
the boy at the edge of the cliff
the boy who always keep me from jumping off
so that the ocean won't take me
Oh, the things the mind creates when we are scared
and want nothing but to be rescued.
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PoesiaYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly