
How true is true
How brave is brave
My reason
My promise
My tidal wave.
My sleeve now carries
from my chest.
It beats as if,
it never left.
It whispered to me
of you, at night
in my dreams
before my eyes.
With little heart aches
and worry's friend
into its hands,
I'll fall again.
It fills the spaces
until I could explode.
But still it grows,
and grows
and grows.
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