i liked to ride in on the coattails of her passion. i never much cared for the dreams of the wind. time was spent so blissful. i came up, in and out, like a whisper you almost forgot about.
desperation hanging in the air, panting
a few years passed...and i resurfaced again. in a new city, with some new friends.
but nothing could have prepared you for
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