Clinging to me Like a last breath you would breathe You were like home to me I don't recognize the street Please don't close your eyes Don't know where to look without them
The perfect balance
The perfect balance
Staring away in to the distance, catching glimmers of lights being dragged around. Everything looks random at first. It takes the calmness of a tired idler to spot the uniformity of everything around.
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