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- CAZ
- Nov 30, 2017
- 1 min read
Wanderlust
it comes unto us
but journeys don’t end in lovers meeting
the best relationships always hit hard ends
because of the shit we chose for friends
after a couple waves of heart stealing
our favorite passions fall
the humour feels so dull
then it’s hate that begins heating
fear burns down our fields of gold
happiness becomes so old
there’s no time left for dreaming
not today
we just can’t stand to stay
that’s all just a feeling
but when you know it’s all lies
you just can’t care about networks and ties
at least that’s how it’s seeming
you know there’s more
than this great big bore
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