I'm not used to
The thing you do
When you make me want to share
I'm not sure how
When you
Make me show that I care
It's a long way
From here
The black box
That I live in
To the world outside
The heart I'll soon call home
The pink air smells different
From the stench of alone
No more walls
Covered in writings of
The rules of my heart
You've shown me the flowers
That spell out
Reasons we'll never part
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