beautiful friend, we are just old pleasures. wasting away with what could have been and what never will, we befriend regret, hope and the possibility of another life. we speak of gasping breaths and foggy windows, goodnight sighs and silent kisses. we dance in the arms of childhood. we rest our heads on the shoulders of old age. we live as if there's no tomorrow, because there isn't. there is no future for broken memories.
written november 2007
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