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Mar 22, 2011 18:08

You say it. You mean it.
You say you mean it.
But how can I hold you?
How can I hold you to it?

How can I trust?
I can offer no insurance
and you have no assurance.
So these fragile ideas and ideals
Creak and wince with the weight of our desire.

So let's be real and let it go.
No amount of letting go
Will help me
Grab hold of your heart
From 3,000 miles away.

Just a matter of time until you turn your head
and I starve, choking splinters at the bottom of this barrel.
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