"No one can breathe forever, over the serrated grass." You told me, as I was stroking your hair evenly by the seams like rivers.
I grabbed my guitar and chimed away into the lull tranquil green, there you are
Softly smiling as you shake the grounds with subtle breaths
And here, the fires resemble the glint of your eyes, over the mattress that shrouds
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