She Just didn't love the thought of hands felt on thoughts held old in time
And who knows the kind of feeling the heart wants
When the last words and last breath comes through heavy lungs
Eyes gathered up and to the left
They forget the world
But they are burning to talk and tell of what they saw
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May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
She Just didn't love the thought of hands felt on thoughts held old in time
And who knows the kind of feeling the heart wants
When the last words and last breath comes through heavy lungs
Eyes gathered up and to the left
They forget the world
But they are burning to talk and tell of what they saw
next
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