lf I say,
To be the voice of my murmur,
Hon, will you deny blunt,
Or you will surrender,
If it's all about,
To love not a me but my scars,
Hon, will you step out,
Or you will stay underneath my bruised stars,
If I grant,
Your soul, your body, you everything,
Will you guarantee all,
For I couldn't fit in your wardrobe of feelings
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