It lets itself out for some time, tiptoeing around hushed recollections. A solo leap in bold defiance
clutching, softened by the ease you offer. A lump wrecked by hesitation, an exchange soaked in imperfection, I must apologize for the delay. I would have held you, if not for this fool that flinches around affection
smears leak into today, how else do I fill in the worth lost in failures. A run to deliver all it owns, wrapped in sorrowful attempts- inferior gratitude,
I would have held you, if not for this coward that weeps in delight. I would have held you, if not for this love that is but luxury
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