X's and O's gather in This heart's weak garden And lay where lovers lie. Playful and contempt, They sing out invites. X's and O's know about Marie's sweet perfume, Hallways candle-lit Bleed-outs 'til two And reverse playlists.
Hold, onto passion's camera Fold, out life's ancient photographs
And tell me, honestly, could you want more?
Hold, onto passion's camera Fold, out life's ancient photographs
And tell me, honestly, could you want more?
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