one hundred sixty four
July 14, 2015 - 10:20 pm
Music won't cure it,
Sleep won't cure it.
Books and poetry don't distract me enough these days.
So what can cure the miles between you and I?
Your voice worsens my case with every word.
I need you here.
This god damned distance will be the death of me.
- (m.m)
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