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Silently lie in the grass,
On the hill above the lights.
Steal a kiss,
In between ,
Each drag on this cigarette.
And
Let's
Take bets on which is more
Dangerous.
I'm
Just
A
Hobby
You
Grew
Tired
Of.
Whose umbrella will you be standing under when the skies come crashing down
You're the air that fills my lungs
Please be the scarf that keeps them from freezing over.
Why is it when I'm alone I write of you
You're the sunlight splintering
through the overcast
Behind my eyes.
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