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We parallel other times.
Other times when once loved
became two paces behind.
Where sweet dreams take the backseat
to sleepless nights;
and early mornings too soon
to rise.
Swift as the connection between
the lightswitch and the bulb,
I run into the comfort
of our friendship
kind of love...
Other times when once loved
became two paces behind.
Where sweet dreams take the backseat
to sleepless nights;
and early mornings too soon
to rise.
Swift as the connection between
the lightswitch and the bulb,
I run into the comfort
of our friendship
kind of love...