Well-Traveled Heart
Give me a heart that feels the melancholy
of castoff things in a downpour.
One that’s weathered storms without rain,
and grieves for the brief lives of shooting stars.
Give me a heart that feels the melancholy
of castoff things in a downpour.
One that’s weathered storms without rain,
and grieves for the brief lives of shooting stars.
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