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Third word, and it's blurred - did you do that?

You're stirred, speech slurred, did you do that?

I tried, to be as honest as I possibly could.

It worked until the words turned from water to wood.

I promised you that I would do better.

Your smell still lingers on my sweater.

Second best but getting better

Promise me you'll still write love letters?

Hold on to every thing that you are.

You'll rise without; that's the person you are.

You're a masterpiece from the map of your scars.

As I witness the gold fill the cracks I meet stars.