when the wind blows
I hope you remember that I know
no, I knew you
it scares me half to death
the way that we fell through
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Poetrywistful, hopeful, delusional wise, perhaps, or true these are the words that pour from my soul will they spill out onto you?
fell through
when the wind blows
I hope you remember that I know
no, I knew you
it scares me half to death
the way that we fell through
