full sleeve nothing I couldn't be
something you was to me
my heartbeat continued to seek
for nothing is true in our youth
giving outlines for design practice
not just to put up an actress
but let my guard down in fashion
less could happen in the sappin'
energy from my fall apart
shooting on the run
down the street, my son stops to sun
could be caught in the one
not to be the real one just
false prophets I brought feel one
force more to the prophet from words
shocking topic walking in with lost kin
heaven might have been a blessing
resting in my chest I just see you left
couldn't take life this breath maybe it was left
after you breathed your last breath
you squeezed my heart and told me nothing left
just breath behind my broken chest
how can I hold you until it's just me and you left
now is just floating on me held string feather to my wedding
melted the essence of me into your numeric dream
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