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Heart strings
Heart beats
Soul crushes
Winter storms

Scattered thoughts
Of colored lines

Back flips
And heart aches
Within my
Core

Counting minutes
Seconds
Days

For something
Surreal and
Unknown

Believing and
Trusting
You'd know better

But here we
Are again

With pulled
Heart strings

Rapid heart
Beats

Continuous
Soul crushes

And the perfect
Winter storms

Echoing through us
With more
Imaginable
Territories

Towards the end
Of our
Emotions

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