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Every story I've ever been told has held a spot in my life, 

The goodest of hero's and foulest of foes did share with me the night. 

I feel sometimes I'm split in two, 

Of all the things I have to do, 

I must answer call from call, 

And write you when you feel small, 

She wished that space would talk to her,

And whispered to the moon,

About the days that haunted her,

And those that would come soon.

She wanted to apologize,

For wishing on the stars,

Someone slipped me misery,

Just last night, I know- I  swear it,

The sweeter taste had tricked my tongue,

No poison could have dared it.

A friend or chance a foe to blame,

Though all the same to me,

If I love you were the last words that would roll upon my lips, 

Would they find themselves an altar, 

As you kissed my fingertips? 

He had a suitcase for a brain,

That he'd tuck his times away,

And a pill for all his travels,

That would hinder him from stay.

He's been everywhere it's cold,

And many places where it's hot,