Keep your head buried in the books you read
I’ll write
I will break this
If the hands can give me eight
I saw roses more in touch with themselves than you
As the planes fell from the sky
You parted on both
Didn't you need someone to prove the sky was breaking
Do you remember nights when the planes would race over
The newspaper says the next headline is 'trust'
And that "desperation
Who needs mirrors to find out who they really are
And what if this picture could speak?
Would it fold together
As the dust came in you held your eyes shut
And it always will be
Until you lose it
And if I'm
The summers ending without you
The night is breaking and the
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