Wounds
Wounds of new,
And wounds of old.
Open one time to show,
What’s living here, what’s breathing here.
Our thoughts, our hearts, our souls.
Book of days
Book of Days
And when you stand alone on the hill side, I wish you love.
At night lying awake and alone in your bed, I wish you love.
I'm there in secret, an imaginary friend.
I'll be there in one
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