For your eyes, I'd travel too far.
For your hands, I'd break the world ajar.
For your soul, I'd kill all my fear,
won't you pull yourself together for that, my dear?
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PERCHED PARCHED BUTTERFLY
PoésieYour voice is the paint I take to the sky, splattering it all over, so they can all know you're nigh.
Princess Bride
For your eyes, I'd travel too far.
For your hands, I'd break the world ajar.
For your soul, I'd kill all my fear,
won't you pull yourself together for that, my dear?
