11:49 Pm
11:49 PM
and I am lost,
tired,
and I want love to knock on my door,
but sadly I am too poor.
Low and high,
high and love,
scared of heights
and it scares when it bites.
As Paganini plays away in my ears,
enrages my brain in beauty,
I think of her,
as the night slips away with her
and I slowly close my eyes
and dream away.
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