You would think after all this time
Your taste would have lifted from my lips
And I would forget your eyes were out for gold and all the rest.
And I won't forgive -
because I can't forget the weight I carry in my chest.
I'm far too far from giving up - I swear.
I swear.
My wishes remain the same: for steady hands to be held.
Hands to hold, and to be held.
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