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recovered

i accept that i was born to look into you, and lay my hands on your chest, that i was meant to hold your head and spin my dark heart towards you, that you will never understand this kind of need

and that's because you are the one

i know now, that is how i will pay for what i did years ago

penance, can you hear me breathe all the way to your bed, hear that i am paying with the secret that lies inside rose quartz, pink and still.

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