Matty Reynolds Biography

Only a man who shackles
Torment to one shoulder
And sorrow to the opposite
With a sad meloncholy loving
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I want to buy you
A fuchsia to hang
My heart from.
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When we first faced,
And sat in the cold den,
Arms clutching my ribs,
Eyes lost and alone.
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When you entered into my heart, I'll never know.
But, yes... I did come to know when you left.

In spite of our efforts, we always fail when it comes to removing the traces of each other from our respective hearts.
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Shall we not spend eternity
with each other then?
So be it. So be it.
As you wish it shall be done.
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