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Eyes plastered open with wishful tears
Here we are at the table, hearts out all over it
Spilling your name and you all together, it bleeds you
This fleshly body is yours, This darken heart is yours
None of me is mine, All of me is you
Cut me open, crawl inside, be my heart
Stitches forming fragile smiles, away from you I am sleep dust
In our auras I am a myth of strength, my deep will increases near you
Away from you I wilt as the flower does in winter's sun
Palms open and sweaty, shaking with nerves of hurt
Here on the table is our two hearts, both blacken
Spilling our names and us all together, it bleeds us