as the slight tinkle of the
music box echo against the
glass that surrounds us.
I wouldn't mind if I should lose
my breath, if only you'll keep
your arms clasped tight around me.
Let the air that you breathe out
fill my lungs, if that's the only
way I can keep a part of you in me.
Hold me close and don't let go.
Let this dream last longer
as the water begins to leak through
the cracks forming across the glass,
until the final notes begin to fade.
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