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[peche_sans_vie]

the sky hangs heavy tonight
but no more so than the conversation we won't have
we lie down one more time
side by side
letting the grass run through our fingers
sending familiar chills through our arms
trying desperately to feel
plagued by death
and plagued by life
we drift our separate ways
i fill your lungs with dreams
you promise to not exhale
quiet is nearing
it humbles us with truth
and swallows time with grace