Sometimes all you need is someonion,
to hug out the tears,
open up the heart,
and grow leaves together.
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Beneath the golden skin,
Lie the layers of tears,
Until out of those depths,
We grow.
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Reaching for the sky,
Looking for the sun,
This will end in tears, so why,
Not cut your loss and run?
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On.
Off.
On.
Off.
On.
I go.
Come along.