To my dearest
It is almost like we've died
entwined in that
lost gray pictures of my past
stain greener pastures
of
Loved ones tell stories about me to me,
but I already
As a star will fall,
I plummet from your sky,
and long
because it cuts so deep to see myself wishing upon
I smiled that kind of icy blue smile, of a
forget the broken backed stretch across a painted
background you've never
(person 1):
"close my eyes
pull my heart strings
pour my tears from
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