she looked up at me with the saddest smile and the bluest, bluest eyes. she said. "i miss you when you're gone, you know".

and i believe her.

"I guess we�re all the same, we walk our days looking for a little more fire
And we all sometimes have to sit on our hands
We try to hold ourselves together
We try to talk about the weather
When all we really want to do is take each other by the throat and say
Won�t you dream my dream with me
Don�t you leave it here drying on my pillow"

-kris delmhorst

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