Me and you
The nights fit in our shoe
Now the love is just a strands few
You painted me in porcelain
Shattered drenches of rain
I went back to the soil
The spotlight of love was lost
I had loved for the warmth
But you made me fine
Yet porcelain
Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...
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