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Mar 2019
It's ok

When I tell

You it
Is

I promise you
I'm
Here

Oh' muse

Never not hear

Me

I'm hear
With
And

Without you

The cracks
On my hand
Mean Nothing
But are

Something

And I stare at your heart

Hoping

To hear from you

Never obliging

Always expecting

Loving the feel of the keys
Written by
Mitchell
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