It's as if we speak in different tongues when they're not touching aspiring. decreasing discouragement. finding solace in such dreams a longing for something incomplete cherishing what remains unconsciously (behind closed eyes)
captive to lucid memories I lay bound something that can't be explained the softest of light (take it off me)
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I have felt a false warmth from your cold hands. if only we could stretch our arms in such an act of compassion, and for once, our notions won't go unheard.