randoms thoughts...
my knife wakes you to life
your suffering opens your eyes
and here, i sit and sip on my wine
listening for that sigh,
sigh of pained relief
for having spilled a little of your self
staining my old sweater
leaving your sweet innocence
your suffering opens your eyes
and here, i sit and sip on my wine
listening for that sigh,
sigh of pained relief
for having spilled a little of your self
staining my old sweater
leaving your sweet innocence
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