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2/6/2022 - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Updated: Feb 6, 2023

Our beds our crowded.

Our reflections are fragile shadows.

Our lives are spent burying memories.

Our best kisses are earthquakes.

You fall or fly every second.

You sink or swim.

You lie in the bed you make.

And this, too, shall pass.

And everyone is a god damn philosopher.

(but nobody knows...)

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