What happens when we wish for something so hard?
Does it ever get worn out?
Does it ever get tired?
Life is full of these kinds of questions, mine is; my mind is consumed with them.
What will he say
when we look into eachother's eyes?
Maybe he won't say anything.
Maybe he'll just lift his hand
to the side of my cheek
and brush away every feeling of
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