Do you take care of your heart? I mean do you protect it?

i think i could love you	The release of being useful	The fire in the sky, the fire in your hand, the sad songs without bodies, surrounding us like ghosts	love is simple
How to disappear completely and never be found	a dream is just a hand picked delusion	So charmingly heathen, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsicle	Tend

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