birth of i.

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grasp my wings
watch your skin change
we become one in the same
restless eyes now trained on the love that kept us so tame
grasp my wings
my heart as cold as the end of november
verbally grasping a tender
i never knew could be used as currency to open me up emotionally
things are warming up

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