the world mean to me? to you? should it matter to me as it does to you?
how about when i'm sad? when you're happy and i'm gone, wasting and sailing away?
when i'm down, low
and you're up, high,
soaring with all that there is and everything to do?
how would it be, let's say...
we're in the ocean, winter breeze, consumed in this blue empty space... shall i stay?
how is it, if i closed my eyes
soul faded
wasted days dated
with you and yourself, ...i slowly hated
what does presence mean to you? yours?
...mine?
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