let it all be a dream

I can feel myself drifting farther from you a glass plane framed between us in a cold, dark room I can’t feel myself breathe neither, no just a weight in my chest bringing me down I can’t catch my breath where have my friends gone? how long can I go? I feel used up, wasted …

Girl I’m Your Boy

funny now that I should think of you snapshots and postcards I’ve moved through (I’ve broken on through) the long dusk the new dawn the stillness consumes me though I can’t complain much at all In my hand, still is a rose I never let go this desert is dry but I’m back on the …

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