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03-02-23
19:53
you can't escape the heat disguised as a memory with the scars of yesterdays lies still reflected in your eyes the places you've never been the reasons you are weeping for and the howling up to the skies always chasing 'almost dreams' that way Too hot to live Too cool to die The moon is calling to you And the wind carries the scent Of half forgotten memories
