this is as queit as it gets
hush down now go to sleep
we were once perfect
me and you
will never leave this room
HUSH,
you color my eyes red
your loves not life its dead
this letters written itself inside out again
when rivers turn to roads, and lovers become trends
HUSH, this is where it ends
this is the calming before the storm
this absoulution is always incomplete
its always bitter sweet
HUSH
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