i waited for you to love me again, the play-write windows left open to the thin sun and lonely gale, typing away in sleepwalk slow traces while the seconds betray their passing from the clocks that haven't been wound, and i had a moment to remember your face before the words sang out from the speakers for the hundredth time today...
...when you hold what you love the most, and all that i have is this moments' ghost but i have to hold that close...
liam the younger - reveal hidden worlds
Liam the Younger - Skull on the Floor by axfight
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