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text; sent at like 3am from ur couch

in the hues of autumn air
yours drifts a ghostly sick white
frozen like the morning mist
numb hands intertwine

flaxen waves drift, not fragile
trodden steps reaching nowhere
the path we weave together
will it reach the end?

lingering at dawn, at dusk
what can be seen in red skies?
i'd rather look to your eyes
with nothing behind

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