Her eyelashes fluttered open as she came to the realization that all of the sins that her mouth had said were only the beginning. Rather than face the rest of us, she just lies in her bed pretending to be okay. In the meantime, I'm a red eye flight away from being complete.
With a hymn and a secret hid, I've packed once again. Above the selfishness... Beneath a broken heart.
I'm alone with the lights of the avenue. There is a kid who bangs a drum on the corner, and I'm walking to the time.
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