i was a puzzle.
hiding in a
dusty box
missing your pieces.
I wish here was there
or that there could become here
so I could hold you.
Oh to be the wind,
to always have permission
to play with your hair.
hiding in a
dusty box
missing your pieces.
I wish here was there
or that there could become here
so I could hold you.
Oh to be the wind,
to always have permission
to play with your hair.
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