Eyes glazed over,
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Another daylight dream cutting kisses from invisible lips.
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A ghost coexistent to the touch of fingertips.
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I have lost the my faith in first impressions.
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I've lost my faith in you.
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I can't remember when I stopped writing in cursive
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but i knew it had something to do with consequence, a crush of esteem.
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I taste your name in a stale complexion.
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A burden lost in my world.
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I taste your name in the sky, in the sun,
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in the stars no more resurrections.
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Writing In Cursive
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| This Day Forward |
