in my dreams, i cry into your arms and you don't ask me why.
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All Feathers and Hollow Bones
PoetryI'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones. My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins. They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away. ○●○● Love letters in verse. From Him to Her. ...
in my dreams
in my dreams, i cry into your arms and you don't ask me why.
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