Possibly a reel
Images resting in past
Love to be found out
We speak from the heart
Miles between the point
Hear my longing my love
The flash of a spark
Throw me away tomorrow
I miss Polaroids
The string, your fingers
I see myself in the wood
Catch me now with love
This will come to pass
Songs are written for lovers
Wind only holds truth
The pavement thick black
Noxious fumes ill me beyond
Things you do for friends
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