Be still,
mine fluttering heart
lest you break
when we must part
there was an arrow
which pierced the air
struck me in my chest
and I do not know
I do not jest
when I say
how I wish that I could stay!
I hold your words
your every sigh
close
as I slowly
drift
away
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