There are years of my life
unaccounted for,
pages in a book I skimmed
and tossed aside,
and yet they have,
I must admit,
blossomed in the broken spaces
of those who have
loved me the fiercest.
1–2 minutes
There are years of my life
unaccounted for,
pages in a book I skimmed
and tossed aside,
and yet they have,
I must admit,
blossomed in the broken spaces
of those who have
loved me the fiercest.
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