There’ll Always Be that Someone Else

So many ones have come along, Some drifting, some unaware, some with some kind of hold. And you have held me for so long beneath a borken reverie, a sill made out of stone. And though I never moved, succumbed to your embrace, still you went on without a trace. There’ll always be that someone else who’ll love me once again. The days and nights they pass me by, they swiftly go beyond my breath, I’m left with but a […]

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