I love you,
I will carry your scent to my death,
I will carry your scent to my death,
or yours which ever comes first
You are the waking bird that rests upon my shoulder
within dawn’s breath
On the outside we are older than the creases we have left
beneath the tree growing under our skin,
beneath the tree growing under our skin,
worn outside in
Stay with me tethered, weathered together forever
until our tree is severed and ceases to exist
until our tree is severed and ceases to exist
ldn
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