Dear You,
Is it too late to take this back?
I hope not, but i guess yes... it's done
My frustration destroys the cold air,
And where we're from, it never is
I couldn't talk to save my life
But i'd die to save yours.
The words that flow from this pen are
heavier than the blood from this heart.
Ans not even that could keep me
As warm as your company
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