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I was the first ripple in the lake To caress you in your fall But you did not wish to stay You skipped along Pursing love on higher depths And last I saw, you were falling More than I would've let Your little stone heart isn't skipping now What has you sinking down? The darkness clasps your heart Tightly in his hands What a terrible man Does the pressure above keep you below? And in those cold hands don't you feel alone?
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Skipping Stones
I was the first ripple in the lake To caress you in your fall But you did not wish to stay You skipped along Pursing love on higher depths And last I saw, you were falling More than I would've let Your little stone heart isn't skipping now What has you sinking down? The darkness clasps your heart Tightly in his hands What a terrible man Does the pressure above keep you below? And in those cold hands don't you feel alone?
jacob-jauregui
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
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