A down comforters' starry slumber
sends soft and supple remembrances of the life we never had
Carried with porcelain eyes of apathy and tears too real to fake,
how is it that concrete can cry?
Climb the walls and breakthrough the anger and denial,
breakthough the anger and denial
to find what lies beneath
i'm miss your bed, the sent of the evening, the music in my thoughts
pretty music, soft music, lovely music
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