Dampened by the tide of a Sunday morning love lost My fractured skin wraps around a tainted shell Uncoiling in a stretch heavenward Cramping the hand that ties the ribbon Around the box of my hollowed out heart.
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Dampened by the tide of a Sunday morning love lost My fractured skin wraps around a tainted shell Uncoiling in a stretch heavenward Cramping the hand that ties the ribbon Around the box of my hollowed out heart.