You sweep in and out of my life like the tides.
Like a hollowed-out pumpkin, you scrape my heart's sides,
So I lack the heart to quit you. Each time you return
Your words put cheap ointment on aorta-deep burns,
and each time you strand me like a low-tide starfish
I'm left with some more glass-sharp memories to miss.
Like a hollowed-out pumpkin, you scrape my heart's sides,
So I lack the heart to quit you. Each time you return
Your words put cheap ointment on aorta-deep burns,
and each time you strand me like a low-tide starfish
I'm left with some more glass-sharp memories to miss.
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