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March 16, 2017

It’s dark in your bed, but outside the window there’s city lights

Our hands clasped

On the edge of a cliff, I’m holding on for dear life

What does it mean? What matters?

And love? It’s alright

Sharing soft words I didn’t know you knew,

You ask me things I don’t let myself think in the daylight

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