They would sit around in smoke and gaze
Into the low sky line in hopes the other fades
And they would never touch
No, they could barely breathe
She would close her eyes as he looked away
They were the dust upon old lovers things
Worn like a crown
Heavy as that empty page
Trying to get lost inside old memories
Instead losing touch losing time, losing all they swore they
Thought they'd be
Lose one another so easily
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