Chances

Chances
By Allie Marie

You and I are losing sleep, darling.
Empty promises are sewn on the back of our hands.
You and I don’t know time.
Sweetness blooms in a cold room.
You and I can’t rewind.
Chances leave pretty scars, darling.

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