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In Reverent Fear Written In The A M

Seven hours until sunrise, i would rather drive than sleep. these lights, these memories. freeways are like pinhole ceilings. the stares they exchange

Switches avoiding fingers, airing a world premiere. knowing the guilt that we bring in the room, sleeping doesn't come easy. lying awake, waiting on

these are my last regrets. we're starting over, sure. him and her and him and you a sad move, like benches breaking for you. a part of me wont dream of

tastes like water, a place where hearts will mend. where there is no beginning, and there is no end. we are now, calm?cool?collected. stepping slow, right to left. and i'm