I feel like I'm holding my breath. Just waiting. Frozen in place, on ground that feels both like quicksand and cement.
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what do you say to taking chances?
at home with the moon
The world is vast and i am small,
and my greatest fear is that time will run out before i can make my mark on it.
and my greatest fear is that time will run out before i can make my mark on it.
muse
I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of
inventing love, until the calls of
nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come,
interrupt and turn what was to come,
was certain, into memory.
The stars are filming us for no one.
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