Beneath the surface of weirdness
Excavate the bones of my heart,
They may appear rotting in hell
But they vindicate my feelings for you.
Behind the curtain of distance
Unveil the tales of my isolation,
They are withered from start to end
But there is a page that is for you.
Excavate the bones of my heart,
They may appear rotting in hell
But they vindicate my feelings for you.
Behind the curtain of distance
Unveil the tales of my isolation,
They are withered from start to end
But there is a page that is for you.
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