Sharing body heat when it was cold. Letting go when we wanted to be held. United by thoughts we could not understand. I picked out a silly name the only one that would rhyme when I really wanted to call you mine. Humbled by the fact that it wasn’t our time. I held a rifle it ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon out there on the sands. In the last free place. In the presence of your grace. Wounded by the light of a soaring fireball with cool hearts racing within. Your last touch is still on my skin. I picked out a silly name the only one that would rhyme when I really wanted to call you mine. Humbled by the fact that it wasn’t our time. I held a rifle it ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon out there on the sands. I held a rifle it ricocheted in my hands I was marked by the cannon out there on the sands. My mind still wanders and if I can’t find my way back I will always treasure the memory of your beautiful face.
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