Poetic Disorder

uhm.

Can't you hear her cry?
Begging you to let her in
Not to destroy you
Not to fix you 'cause you are your broken parts
Not because you're good-looking
Not because you walk like you fear pain for the ground
But because you're home
Because you are the euphonious part of her dimension
That her unconscious mind can't stop imagining
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No no no!! Don't think too hard on this one.
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