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Apr 2013
I think this is my last heartbeat...
Will you save me?
Or let me flat line at your feet...
You say you're scared.. well I'm scared to...
But so much we shared... Just to feel blue...
I would topple mountains... Just to see you...
Swim across oceans... Just to feel you...
You're turning me into sand...
A cold rock... Under your warm sun...
When you set... I want to run...
Hide myself in the night...
Away from your rays.. out of your sight...
But I know I will end up at your feet...
With my last... heart... beat___
Pasquale
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Pasquale
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