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Oct 2017
Something in his eyes told me
that all he ever wanted
was to be loved.

FRAGILE!
HANDLE WITH CARE!
They screamed to me
Letter by letter-
baring the tomb of ****** scars
throbbing in his heart.

I can't help but feel their warmth
whenever they're fixed on mine

And I can't help but yearn their affection
whenever they're gone.
BeeLo
Written by
BeeLo  Mitchell's Plain
(Mitchell's Plain)   
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