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these golden hours are
drifting one by one
out to sea
and i can feel the lack
of infinite possibilities
and the shine in your eyes
is a little less new
a little more sad
and the words
are full of desperate
unsaids
and i want you
to hold me
and tell me its a passing thing
that its a stray drop of rain
on a clear day...
i know its not.
the blue sky
is a slight respite
from a bigger storm
that will pull us apart,
the necessity to make
an end to things...

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