To an extent,
I can live,
Your scars pain,
I believe,
When you sing,
Deep relief,
And touch of you,
Every foul my soul release,
We re-lapsed,
Stood and smiled,
Been the truths,
Been comforts and wilds,
Amid a dark heap,
A pain creep,
But your warmth bloosms,
In peace, I sleep.
-🍁

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