A heart, is an epidemic of truth
where I'm left scattered...

How is it possible that I feel I've lost...
breaths of freedom, planets I could have...

You have entered my soul
with your love...

Panic attacks on the road
to recovery...

I tuck my hair
underneath...

And I can't surrender to sleep
All I'm hoping is for us...

I stretch my runners in race
nonchalantly allowing synthetic cloth...

I stir my colors
leaving you in line...

There is sorrow in
knowing the best...

There is someone my age, your age,
who has pushed forward the date...

You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

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