XCVIII. T h e B e s t O f M e

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I could draw you with my eyes shut 

sing for you with my lips stitched 

write for you with my hands tied 

think of you with my mind's in chaos

love you even if my heart's broken 


 You're that feeling— 

a moment a truth, 


You're beyond my senses— 

the best things I could.




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