shangri la we are beautiful, we are doomed
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Stupidly cyclical, we revisited every place we’d been
cleared of rose tint, the sad pavements push us away
i wrote please don’t leave me on the bathroom mirror this morning
but the steam swallowed it knowingly
no the walls of your room never gave me warning
they never told me we’d fall opposite ends of a country
did they know if I one day needed you
the day I assure myself of course it was always you
it would take the number of hours we spend awake
to make just one round trip?
maybe this is why I don’t sleep or sleep too much
I do not want us written in a definition of time
but we draw parallel to the ticking somehow
we bend and distort but we have never
managed to stop

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