these thoughts of you
are nothing more, nothing more
than any one thing
that remains
as the grain
of my crucified soul
i bathe in their reflection
which often betrays the chance
to rediscover
your beautiful heart
if ever they became
abortive and unsound
then i'll fight, i swear i'll fight
while vaguely unraveled
of all the ways
i honestly love you...
to re-exist
are nothing more, nothing more
than any one thing
that remains
as the grain
of my crucified soul
i bathe in their reflection
which often betrays the chance
to rediscover
your beautiful heart
if ever they became
abortive and unsound
then i'll fight, i swear i'll fight
while vaguely unraveled
of all the ways
i honestly love you...
to re-exist
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