| Nobody knows anything... We'll take this leap, and we'll see. We'll jump, and we'll see. That's life, right?
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| You are
the door
to my house,
you open
yourself up for me,
I walk
through your frame
and now
i've discovered you have
a lock.
You are
the echo
in my stairwell,
you're always in my mind.
I don't want
you to go,
yet you always seem to think
it's time.
You are
the light
in my attic,
you are
beaming and warm.
I've kept the light switch off
and now you don't know
how Bright
you really are.
~musika de Michael Smith |
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