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Spare minutes melt into your image
Your eyes are always on me
Gazes I can't connect with
While I'm crying a coward's plea
Come to me
The shooting stars that carried tales of us
Were only ever falling to my lap
I couldn't see them through
The stretches of inky distance
Carry me home
I'm screaming into the fabric between us
But the friction of you not listening
Is burning my storybook pages
From the ashes an echo begs
Just leave me alone
But I won't let you go
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