Hands lifted high
You brought back part of me that died
Tear-stained cheeks
Can't pinpoint why
A metaphoric whore has life
It's a different kind of tear
That falls into my knees
From sleepless nights I'm finally free
From sadness, in song You have me peace
A vivid memory
I'll hold close to my chest
Tell me You're not finished yet...
This is beautiful.
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