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today is brighter than the future, and the past looks beautiful
“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through Love.” ~Carl Sagan
There’s some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I’m drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skinAnd could you be the one that’s not afraid
To look me in the eye
I swear I would collapse
If I would tell how I think you fell
From the skyMy words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile.It’s the feeling I get
My palms with sweat
Like some kind of daydream
I’ll never forget
I’m stuck in this spin
Why does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin