All afternoon in the afterlife
of little things that love,
or pain, or need could not let go of
I hunt for the will
that will let me let you go...
How well I know this. It is only sheer will to let go that works; where emotions burn as hot as a sultry night echoing back on itself.
of little things that love,
or pain, or need could not let go of
I hunt for the will
that will let me let you go...
How well I know this. It is only sheer will to let go that works; where emotions burn as hot as a sultry night echoing back on itself.
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