Tuesday, August 10, 2021

I came all this way
With all the power I had left
And it didn’t matter 
You pulled me into your world
And then you left it
What should I say?
What’s left to do?
I feel like sleeping for a thousand years
I wish I knew how to forget 
In the moment love feels the truest
It’s just mirrors, smoke, and a slip
Of the hand

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