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a torn heart, ripped eagerly, unwittingly, by gentlest fingers on pretty strings, a sweet voice with cracks like the sidewalks that take me home. tears streaming, i find that i am home, here, among the notes that tug at heartstrings— no, not tug, wrench. a closed fist over my soul, i couldn’t escape if i wanted to. jailed in this floral prison, there is nothing i want more than to listen as you take me apart.
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
please keep singing, it’s a good kind of hurt
a torn heart, ripped eagerly, unwittingly, by gentlest fingers on pretty strings, a sweet voice with cracks like the sidewalks that take me home. tears streaming, i find that i am home, here, among the notes that tug at heartstrings— no, not tug, wrench. a closed fist over my soul, i couldn’t escape if i wanted to. jailed in this floral prison, there is nothing i want more than to listen as you take me apart.
pov anyone that can sing immediately has a hold on your soul
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17/F/in my feelings
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
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