Ode to the Fourth
I still miss your eyes
I can feel them linger
on my bones and into
my soul
Liberate my pain
make me whole
make me new all over again
You radiate love but
you disguise it with a
false sense of opportunity
an opportunity
to fall into my arms again
But you won't
you never will
and now it's my heart
that you have killed
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