They call me crazy, but you know better.

On the coldest of nights, that’s when a heart heals.

I am like an empty vessel waiting to be filled. But you don’t own any rights to the abundant spring.

Like the way grass pines for water during drought; you and are I the sun and moon. We make a perfect blinding two.

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