M I S T E R
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falling off the edge of the world
Take me for granted and youโll never take anything from me again.
ฮฮฟฯ ฮฑฯฮบฮตฮฏ ฮฝฮฑ ฯฯฯฮฌฯ ฯฯฮฑ ฯฮฝฮตฮนฯฮฑ ฯฮฟฯ ...
fog clings like longing, like cold fingers on skin, and shadows stretch wide where the sunlight canโt reach
softness lives in me, but itโs guarded by fire
to romanticize is to architect between the seen and that dreamed, an invisible juxtaposition of light and its absenceโof unrealized worlds tethered by moonlight and endless ink
She's made of fire, stars, and everything your heart desires.
If I share my music I'm letting you into a piece of my heart
My hands, Older now They tremble yes, but they still open to hold what matters
her mind tastes of poetry and sunsets
Maybe if the sky tore open, just a little bit. I could make my escape...