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The distance... #caption# We are floating ap

The distance... #caption# We are floating apart like driftwood and the silver lining between our bodies widens every night and now it's resembling a mouth begging for water. Pink crystals and white metal rings, we are lost in space and you can see right through me and I can see right through you and I try to touch your face but all that is left of you is, emptiness. I'm asking you to let me in and you don't. The last train home is ready to leave and you hold my hand a little longer and let me feel the emptiness and then push me on the platform and the train's whistling and you hope I will board it and go but my feet get numb while leaving you, you know? I pack my rucksack and you put it in translations for goodbye and now you're pulling me close and breathing in my neck and you've forgotten that you smell like cherryblossom and the last time I dreamt of Italy, I didn't want to wake up but now I'm tying my shoelaces and the compass points southward and the boat on the beach has a torn sail, but who cares now, right?
The distance... #caption# We are floating apart like driftwood and the silver lining between our bodies widens every night and now it's resembling a mouth begging for water. Pink crystals and white metal rings, we are lost in space and you can see right through me and I can see right through you and I try to touch your face but all that is left of you is, emptiness. I'm asking you to let me in and you don't. The last train home is ready to leave and you hold my hand a little longer and let me feel the emptiness and then push me on the platform and the train's whistling and you hope I will board it and go but my feet get numb while leaving you, you know? I pack my rucksack and you put it in translations for goodbye and now you're pulling me close and breathing in my neck and you've forgotten that you smell like cherryblossom and the last time I dreamt of Italy, I didn't want to wake up but now I'm tying my shoelaces and the compass points southward and the boat on the beach has a torn sail, but who cares now, right?
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