1d
I scream love me
from the top of my lungs
hoping I don’t run out of breath
and you hear that little
rattle
that I myself
am unsure
what there is left to love
in these bones of mine
from the top of my lungs
hoping I don’t run out of breath
and you hear that little
rattle
that I myself
am unsure
what there is left to love
in these bones of mine
(F)
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