And pretended I could see you.
You don't live there anymore.
My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.
I sleep to escape, because drinking kills you anyway.
Your cup is still on the window sill.
But until I do, I'll get lost in thoughts of you.
Perfection on the page.
The wildest of hearts will never be tamed.
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