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Four minutes past three
Is the perfect time to to lie with me
Tell me all your dreams and all
The friends that you had hoped to keep
Eight minutes past four
And you’re awake again
Spreading all the photos of your
Past life
out across the bed
Seven a.m exact
And you’ve decided you will face the facts
That maybe all the things you want
In life are never coming back
But whatever time of day or night
The sight of you fresh in my mind
It’s 9am, you rest your eyes
I whisper, “we’re not lost, you’re mine”.
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y0nkersz 