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our happy ending.

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electrickiss

Published: Dec 17, 2009

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_{three;
numerous times you've told me
that i was a never-ending hole-
roughly dug out, roughly finished-
and yet you'd be glad to be the one
falling into me, with me.

somehow we managed to hit the ground.
</i>

two;
once you led me through a forest,
blindfolded, with your open hand as
my guide. you let go of me for a split
second, and right then and there, i
wondered how i would deal with life
without you.

somehow i managed to blindly crash through the maze.
</i>

one;
everyday you would not hesitate to
place your forehead against mine,
tremble your lashes against mine, and
breathe with me. and our lips would
meet as we pulled away with a final
exhale of air.

somehow you missed a breath and we stumbled out of sync.
</i>

zero;
our happy ending was most definitely just
a sweet sweet dream.}

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