We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

I question spring's authenticity-
if she truly means to test my longing...

My kinship: cultivators of bays and shorelines,
abstract climbers of mountain sides near the sun...

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You said I cared for enough hearts...

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I am lifted from your binding wings...

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You crafted us beautifully,
able to be shaken...

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I cried for a dream to be tangible...

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Love itself is pure...

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It hammers against my heart...

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I will study your features...