i don't think this is how it should work anymore
you knew i had stopped dreaming about you for decades
and maybe this thing shouldn't have perpetuated
when she took my hands to dance across the hall
i forgot what it meant to be constantly thinking of you
and for a hundred years i finally learned what it's like to live
to live a life without you
YOU ARE READING
the chronicle of wasted time
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