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We make tears dry.

Why slumber in solitude to slip away?

Tell my tales hard as pavements

where my feet bled blue.

I bet this made sense to you.

 

You get me, 

 

you got me.

 

You try

 

You are my open window to climb through.

It is this heavy coldness like

those runaways, those strays, returning then reverting.

But your blanket is warm.

 

I lay,

 

I rest

 

I try

 

Not hard enough…if only

we were alone instead we're just lonely.

Life is no intruder so don’t pull the trigger.

Repeat the sun rise and if it dawns...

 

we know

 

we

 

try 

 

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