are you afraid of the dark?

Life is a series of doors opening and shutting.

A carnival maze.

A holocaust.

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goodbye at dawn

i hate those salty hugs at dawn:

when all the time is spent.

hope for adventure ends right now,

yet what we’ve said we’ve meant.

 

when all our clothes reek of love

and mist and sweat and dreams,

that’s all we’ll ever have,

you know,

the stuff in between.