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|With our eyes closed we can hope a bit longer.
|You're the hopeful|
the one i long for longer when the wounds are cut open
you'll seal them with tape, seal them with glue
crack them back open when the suns shining through
the window sills your mirror, the rays of sunshine raise from you hair
it doesn't matter how i fall
you'll alway tend to me with the fairest of care
when i can't dance away the demons
your fingers meet my shoulders
your snare meets their eyes while you wisk away your man
tend to my mind with dreams that favor angels
|Tags: the morning of, her.