Throwing compasses out to sea, hoping you will find me. Wrapping ropes around the clouds hoping that you will climb down.
Television serenades. A room glowing blue. Letting the hands of the clock draw circles around me. Days spent sleeping on mistakes and taking walks on wishes. Thank you for always being my knock on wood.
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