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Fin
when I raise this tired brow
that’s been stiffened by the winter
I hope to god I reach the end
before it turns to ash
if curls and coils of softened wind
slipped down by my jaw
I’d hold my breath and pray for peace
from this nonexistent lover
...
that’s been stiffened by the winter
I hope to god I reach the end
before it turns to ash
if curls and coils of softened wind
slipped down by my jaw
I’d hold my breath and pray for peace
from this nonexistent lover
...
