My sunflower wilts behind a glass pane Do you remember how we used to sit?
pitcher in hand , I can't reach you your legs wrapped around me
please understand nothing between us
I don't want to watch you die Where did you go?
these hands are cut off lingering memory
my thoughts they trail off I know your heart is mine darling
A man so consumed.... But not your body, not your mind
I love you Not anymore
The simple truth is hard to swallow.
we are at the end.
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