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Sink feathered fingers into my ribs Grasp tight a hold of my heart. Slowly I seek summer in your eyes Searching for you are art My longing lungs will breathe for You Blinking you look Away. But I have grave news for You. I’ll love you Anyway.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
Heart a Held
Sink feathered fingers into my ribs Grasp tight a hold of my heart. Slowly I seek summer in your eyes Searching for you are art My longing lungs will breathe for You Blinking you look Away. But I have grave news for You. I’ll love you Anyway.
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Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
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