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he was here he was here. I can count his footsteps on the curve of my neck, The dip of my collarbone And the dive of my hip. I can count his lies in the stars, Countless, immense Beautiful. Trapped inside a cave I built myself, Hollowed out and dry, "You'll be safe" I'll be safe. Scraped my bones and bled myself out, Knock once Twice I'll let you back in. I see your eyes in each colour I see, The emotions inside them and the way you looked at me, heavy and rushed, he was here he was here.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
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he was here he was here. I can count his footsteps on the curve of my neck, The dip of my collarbone And the dive of my hip. I can count his lies in the stars, Countless, immense Beautiful. Trapped inside a cave I built myself, Hollowed out and dry, "You'll be safe" I'll be safe. Scraped my bones and bled myself out, Knock once Twice I'll let you back in. I see your eyes in each colour I see, The emotions inside them and the way you looked at me, heavy and rushed, he was here he was here.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
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