We live alone on these broken streets
Where there's no happy things
Just these broken dreams I'm dreaming
Where there's no happy ending
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Close Is Too Far // poetry
PoetryAnd as we lay together in my favorite position; my head against your chest, your arms wrapped around me...I realize that although we're close...we're not close enough "My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier."
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We live alone on these broken streets
Where there's no happy things
Just these broken dreams I'm dreaming
Where there's no happy ending
