11:11
Eleven eleven
I make a wish
and stare at the clock until it is twelve
In bed the thoughts are like a flood
They surround me
Suffocate me
Who am i?
Where am i?
and there we go
Off into the distance
Me and you
Holding me own hand
and whisperring
All the words i've needed to hear
All the faces i've needed to see
All the things i'd forgotten
Until today
I need them all
I need you
I'm glad you're back
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