This is stupid, but

I can imagine taking you out to talk, one night..that night, and sitting you down beside me on a curb, and telling you everything. Telling you that, just maybe, I can fly you right out of here. Right out of anywhere, to everywhere. I can imagine hoping that the bit of alcohol I can take in doesn't meddle with my words all too much; and hoping that the bit of tolerance I have can keep me looking at you, and keep you listening to me. I can imagine taking your hand in mine and hoping that the butterflies I send to your skin are enough to fly my promises right back to me. If you could keep my secrets, would you?

I think I might just end up dying to know yours.
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