Intoxicated
I lay awake here amid this bustling city, counting the stars from the rooftop just waiting for time to pass Trying to connect the dots as I imagine the enormous gap between us I struggle to think of ways I can escape these thoughts of you, and I Under the same sky but timezones away, your image swirling as the floor cradles the empty bottle of wine ©reddragonfly⚘
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