I would like to think
that love is only a dream
so I won't hope for it
like paper dolls
they rip and fray
through time
giving up their play
as moments are
getting stale
the colder it is
I won't feel
and life
goes on like it knows
something better
and we reach
we try
to look on the other side
and guess
if we could land on it
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