Days go by like fire burning in your handA map
Woke up this morningI was staring at the ceilingCracks and
When our hearts met we knewWe were restless as two
Bloomingbirds fall from this treeWhere flower seasons passSweetlip & petalwing
Looking tired from your journeyHow are you feeling now that
We are a falling starA crooked stairA fragile pairWe are
We barely survive the abuses we inflict upon ourselvesWe never
Walk the streets alone tonightNo life at homeMust get out
On the island of my sensesU have lost your shapeThe
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