then there's the sun.
fiercely giving. burning.
mirroring my thoughts
those little screenshots of me
kissing you. showing you.
what Truth is.
and Madness. Love. Despair.
all that they should mean so well.
like Hell. breaking loose.
setting free the desires of desires.
what can i do with this heart
so like Pandora's quiet little box?
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