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cold and remorseless are timeless treasures
to wayfaring hearts in bloodlined
symmetry the smallest change in pace
and the wave goes away hearts descending
in shrouds of effortless winds and rains locked
inside beneath the remotest of pains a flower blooms
regardless of the springs promises that it will hang on
the dress of the breast of some lover that I never truly know
like wine dressing the wounds inside my waist stabbed
through the echoes of a night where cries of agony line the atmosphere
of the ceiling all the shadows that you write out our love
where the mornings so frightening
and the bills we had to pay are long overdue
waking up in our twenties breathing in blue
your emptiness falling through the sheets
when you sleep in your own bed
we made somehow this time
so we rest our heads solemnly
on pillows made of dreams
my blazers lapel hangs for tomorrows
work while tiredly my face lays on your breast
to wayfaring hearts in bloodlined
symmetry the smallest change in pace
and the wave goes away hearts descending
in shrouds of effortless winds and rains locked
inside beneath the remotest of pains a flower blooms
regardless of the springs promises that it will hang on
the dress of the breast of some lover that I never truly know
like wine dressing the wounds inside my waist stabbed
through the echoes of a night where cries of agony line the atmosphere
of the ceiling all the shadows that you write out our love
where the mornings so frightening
and the bills we had to pay are long overdue
waking up in our twenties breathing in blue
your emptiness falling through the sheets
when you sleep in your own bed
we made somehow this time
so we rest our heads solemnly
on pillows made of dreams
my blazers lapel hangs for tomorrows
work while tiredly my face lays on your breast