tangled up in my hair
i look back at you
the motions you go through
you are too good for them
they watch you, as i do
with a hunger that i do not know
...or understand
laughing your laugh
you scare them, my love
holding hands in the park
playing this game
no one understands
i live and die in your arms.
each night and day a different you
i try to repeat "nothing lasts"
its my new mantra.
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