My heart hurt from happiness,
and it broke for you,
and him,
and them,
and we are coming on December,
when the ice comes in,
and we all freeze over,
and we have too much to do,
and not enough time to slow down,
but your wall was up,
this time with a lock,
and a gate,
and a moat,
and I was here,
with my good intentions and my stitched little heart,
just waiting to be something more
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