Hope is a starling.

I cried for a whole damn week.

We cut all the ropes.

Freedom is a swing.

All the dead leaves are gone now.

Pink skin in the spring.

I wrote it all down.

Love was left by the ocean.

let me sing to you.

Love is not a game.

He taught me how to play cards.

My mind is a cage.

The first month I died.

A museum in my mind.

Heaven was our love.

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