I'm falling asleep as we speak with someone elses taste on my lips.
I'd forgotten what it's like to fall asleep to sweet dreams like these.
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What am I?
- Jesus
- I’m just a cold face on the street, slow and somber in my patterns. I’m just a friend you’ll never meet, I am the love that never happens. My days exist in meaningless ways, I need a way to shake this; I’m making lost time famous.
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