Aching for something I'm not quite sure I want.
Sense memory captivates me with your head on my shoulder.
COMMIT. COMMIT. COMMIT.
I always retract.
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Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years and days to outshine Push on and soar higher This is your memory Your everything and the inbetween Push on and soar high
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