You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white like the skin { s t r e t c h e d } over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding on to yourself the [ b e s t ] you can,
you are the smell before rain,
you are the blood in my veins.
you are the blood in my veins.
the boy
who blocked his own shot/brand new
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