plummeting towards the finish line
the leaves i've gathered for a parachute,
tea left cold on the counter
like a prom date waiting by the door
stepping out the door
hope as tangible as air
and only a song for a prayer
tea left cold on the counter
like a prom date waiting by the door
stepping out the door
hope as tangible as air
and only a song for a prayer
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