I catch sight of you,
you tuck hair behind your ear,
breath returns to me.
What a rusted heart
used to live inside this chest.
What a tattered soul.
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I catch sight of you,
you tuck hair behind your ear,
breath returns to me.
What a rusted heart
used to live inside this chest.
What a tattered soul.
Page 1 of 12
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