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The Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness

HIM

By your heartsrings I am hanging from a dream
Gently swinging in the warm Autumn breeze

Come look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
No more

No more tiptoeing along a strand of your hair
Suspended between these thoughts and actions
Miles above reality

Come look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up
Look at the scars smother a heart
Opening up

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