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Hambre del Alma I imagine us living in one of these quaint
towns by the shore
And someday we will dip our feet into the
water and become more then just skeptical lovers
Perhaps we will rise and be infinite
Hear our song on some crackled radio
And write our names in the sand far enough inland that
the waves wont wash it away
I realize hope is like a campfire
We pull our hands back at a close encounter,
but return them when the world gets cold and unlivable
And I don't mind, adding you to the heavy list of
scars that I have gathered like spring flowers
I think of only you as I pick at them
