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To my heart, you walk in heels, so fine, balancing on a point, on this fragile line. Did I deserve this pain you bestow? Can I reshape it, or let it go? Even in the fall, I meet your gaze, drowning in the depths of your cruel maze. So special, so raw, your touch, your skin— a whisper of silk, where my sorrows begin. Your beauty cuts deeper than any knife, a bittersweet ache that haunts my life. I crumble beneath your piercing sway, yet I stand, begging for another day. Your skin, it makes my spirit cry, a brush of tenderness that won’t deny the longing, the hurt, the love that bleeds from a heart that falls, yet still believes.
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