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all things point to the fact
that in some life
if not this one
i’ll finally get to touch you
the way i’ve spent this life
and probably the past fifty
wanting to
you make a girl
want to believe in an
afterlife
she realized
that her heart always
pounded harder
on the climb up
the mountain
than on the stroll back down

and i guess that’s why
she learned to
romanticize the hard—

i guess she craved the sound
of her own heartbeat
really she craved
anything that reminded her
of how rare it is
to be alive
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
Skimming Dragonfly
Colourful spirit of light
Summertime with wings
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