Let the leaves of my heart unfurl,
And open into a space of quiet exile.
A gentle drag in my stomach,
Speaks directly to my heart.
The whispering shroud of sadness,
Tells me you are gone.
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Let the leaves of my heart unfurl,
And open into a space of quiet exile.
A gentle drag in my stomach,
Speaks directly to my heart.
The whispering shroud of sadness,
Tells me you are gone.