I held her hand from a distance that was as close in time as the heart to the beat The raw beauty of her intentions caused silence to blossom as a field of flowers I saw the purity between her eyes vexed by the path of transient lovers And I wanted more than anything to bandage her scars as she had for me So I told her, "I'll meet you where the trees whisper with the breeze And cure you, in the darkest places the world has made you bleed." Her eyes...
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