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Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile,
â€oeGive it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light.”
And now she's all he sees; he stays awake to watch her breathe the unheard
melodies; the grace notes of her restless sleep.

Hold me now, don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear...

His tattered undershirtâ€a souvenir that she likes to breathe in.
She sighsâ€days doing nothing unconscious of time.
And now he's all she sees; she stays awake to watch him breathe the unknown
poetry; sweet sonnets of how it should be.

And everybody might just have these same ideas--
these same plans--I suppose...

We've found a perfect niche: where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for
style...
But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny.

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