i met you at your down,
found you at your low.
i came to stick around,
would you let me go?
candles
burnt bright in your backyard there.
hazel eyes
catch sparks from the dusky air.
how is that it sections me with a sharp knife?
how is that you appear to be
the love of my life?
loml
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