scattered pearls on the mattress
purple and gold
silver hearts
My identity on a card
in a bag
It couldn't have been more unnatural
that smiile, and those eyes
It couldn't have fit less
our hands making up, for the shapes
and images in the world
In our minds it was a lifetime
on the calender it was three days
forever shouldn't happen
to the dramatically impaired
I think we slipped on the minute hand
I think we fell into the future
sounds like heartache
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