Even these tears
That you cried
Will be dry
When you get home.
Your cheeks
Will carry
A remembering
When you get home.
A heavy heart
With words unsaid
Carry to bed
When you get home.
I will carve
Your sharp name
Just the same
When I get home.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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