Each time you break me, my heart grows fonder. These
Thread the needle, for this cut is deep.
You can wipe
This moment will bring us there as we drink from
there is much to be gained from the disregarded ways
Your eyes pierce right through me,
unveiling the hidden elusiveness within.
Thes
these blue skies have turned grey.
our years have long departed.
the
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