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Tears on my pillow, rain in my heart,
crimson drops of infatuation rebirthed
and yet silence holds together,
the last strands of a make or break.
Heartbeat, drumbeat
the rhythm of a soul yearning for you,
see how you twist in tune to your chosen song?
Dance to the silence of broken heart, with me
I fall asleep, with your innocence gracing my chest.
I do. Love you.
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