Token sundays

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I know you're out there, living your life

I been out here watching through the veiled screen

Striking features not meant for me, we had a stolen moment in infinity

it seemed to last forever, we seemed to know everything about each other.

we didn't know how momentary our stolen moment was,

our spark burned quickly, leaving only memories of token Sunday's,

toxicities. bright cities.waiting for the next move

it all seems like a game to me

me in constant pursuit for you but you're contempt without me.

its okay, I need to give up anyways.  

effortless, selfless, always in your path and done with the appraise.

leaving the good memories, forgetting the bad ones and ready to turn from the veiled screen and make new yesterdays.


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