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When I stop dwelling
in my own head, the world seems
ripe for some living
a book helps my mind
wander, roam where my feet have
yet to take a step
I wish you were here
to anchor my listless form
and say, “hold fast, love”
i don’t know why i
focus so much on you when
the world is waiting
I want your touch to
soothe, answer, translate every
thought I’ve ever had
When I stop dwelling
in my own head, the world seems
ripe for some living
It’s so easy to
feel beautiful when I see
myself how you do
I stared into the
night sky for answers that I
found traced on your skin
If only we could
lace our fingers together
and stretch to the moon
