One day all all have left are my bones
and the memory of your scent in the dark
and when you ask me to hand them over I will
Inevitable.
When your pain subsides
Our only fondness will be to your quiet freedom
Your declarations of love always have the same price
A drink too much
And a mouth too sweet to ever be able to appreciate
A girl too impatient to love you anymore
Departure, 5 hours and counting.
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