when everything has been lost but a daybreak
you are still breathing
your beauty
is the start of bearable terror
i'm in love
and I hate the dust i'm made of
and that speaks to you
you are still breathing
your beauty
is the start of bearable terror
i'm in love
and I hate the dust i'm made of
and that speaks to you
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