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Sorry lovebug, I just don't have many words of my own tonight. π
I love you though, fiercely, infinitely...
Whose heart is whole?
Whose life has not been wronged?
The composer
sitting alone in the locked ward,
The composer
sitting alone in the locked ward,
playing the shadows
like a piano -
Life is like that: madness
Be the one in this world of furious burning
Who hears your life's great chaos
as a song.
Life is like that: madness
Be the one in this world of furious burning
Who hears your life's great chaos
as a song.
- Joseph Fasano
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