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your arms heavy from pulling

and pulling at the threads


hanging out from stretched
hearts that skip a beat
when the night asks into itself
about the bruises left black
and blue enough of the world
to leave us empty and cold
sometimes i want to just run
away back into your arms
right to the very beginning
but i’m not stupid and i know
that growing means that we’re
commited and involved with
the sun and seeing as to how
my demons don’t know how to
sink or swim, they just are
and i just am. my heart is yours
until the end is my only excuse
to not go on. my heart is yours
until the adventure is at an end,
my love.

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