and should I write every thought,
I would become lost in the bright of your eyes.
I don't want to be lost, I want to find my way back
to this place time and time again, and
sink once more into the silent depths.
This is not where I know;
not where I've been. My god,
I can't even breath, not until
I see my eyes reflected in your own.
If I've been here before, it was
but a dream, and this now
my waking thought, that
I would spend my life in slumber
to dream this dream again.
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