it's 6am.
the smell of dew and fresh grass fill the air.
it's cold and you could have used some more snoozing and curlin' up.
we all are but strangers in the night.
and mere lost souls in the morning.
when will that moment show itself once more?
'cause you are my forever and a day. Always.
*Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide. In a Champagne Supernova in the sky*
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