well it would take years to find me...since i have been hiding in this shelter of gold.
sparkling cider sipping it slow, looking past these walls i cannot fathom for they're all i know.
today i woke up from a dream. a dream of white clouds and familiar things. images from my past, a smile on his face, and two hot chocolates waiting for you to drink
i laughed and said, "what a fine day it is!" and you smiled back as your only reply.
i just wanted to hold onto that simplistic moment of time, so real yet a fantasy of my mind.
lost in my own thoughts, only in my sleep i would remember...you
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