where's that girl I once knew?
her illustrations paint a picture.
now her dirty tears bleed.
i've been looking for something so give it to me because I collect hearts
and yours is mine sweet thing.
now the flowers bloom in june lay at the
grave of our final eve.
fade from me with september sunsets and run away with my heart.
these memories still hang over
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