Because of him
She is breaking apart,
into tiny pieces.
And because of him,
the pieces have found
their way home.
They will bury themselves
in the darkness
and there,
she will bloom.
I know you
My Love.
My eyes can see
all the pretty things inside
Did you know your heart is
a tree?
And I want to live in its branches.

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