On the pages: angel faces,
they stay ageless
and I grow older.
Watching TV, something in me
stirs when her lips speak.
And oh, I know that I'm a goner.
Any time I get too buried deep in real life,
I will resurrect you, my love.
Gin and lights won't help me lose this feeling
but I try so hard it hurts.
Flipping through.
Nothing new can move like she do.

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