How do you love a stone
how do you know
when to leave her alone
Broken Bone
my head and hands are mangled
from walls and rock
I race the clock
to try and make you love me before
the hourglass is empty
how could you forget me
and the way I held you close
under the stars
as the sky fell down
every shooting star reminds me of you
something too beautiful to last
a streak across the night sky
that I made my wish on
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