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the world is going to hell ＆. we have blood on our hands but once you touch my face i am clean of all sins.

i am the heart that smiles at the dim star while the world is preoccupied with the glow of the moon.

proxy, the path is clear. let's guide them home.

a thousand apologies to my heart, and a thousand again to my soul.

like a person falling from the fiftieth floor, admiring the flowers on the balconies they pass by on their way to death.

the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours.

but i have seen the best of you ＆. the worst of you, and i choose both.

sunset gives me the opulence of roses / and i ask about you. i ask about you.

to become spring, means accepting the risk of winter.

truly, the grief you've left me is more loyal than you.

it is not the departure that pains me, but rather the beauty of memories that shakes my heart. i deceive the sorrow of my soul with false hopes, but where is the tenderness of that heart toward me?

and because you're a dream, i sleep a lot.

what am i to do? what is my escape? when everywhere i look, all i see is you.

if we hug a little tighter, our hearts will be a little closer.

and i get jealous of a stranger, who may see your eyes by chance ﹠ fall in love with them.

and when you're away, i look for you in the flowers, the sunset, and the moon.