Breaking daylight with my razor
Just about to turn away
Our dream life
Or so you told me
Bragged about how much you knew me
Even when silent
Held my blood long enough to crush you
Deep in your dreams
Traveling without you
Smiling with my mind
No future was made
Out of grains of sand
And the water kept running on us
Washing us hard
Drifting us away.
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