My Scarecrow

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He keeps me warm
He keeps me sane
My body may be cold
And my heart the same-

But he keeps me here
Makes me feel infinite
I call him the scarecrow
When they say I'm the tin man

It's so much different now
The world was dark
And sudden
And grey
And lifeless
And it was easy to write
Now it's hard to imagine
Anything really
Even a life without him

It's been a long time
Since I've said this last
But now it's certain
I'm in love.

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