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Thomas

His face up there
My future can't afford to
Looking through his castano eyes,
Ruinous inside is at ease

I could lie
Wasn't dreamin' one's mine
But the core beats differently
I can't help it
The cycle of my love for you,
Emptied by a devoid bullets

Thee, with another lover
I know,
There's a thing destined to be torn
O let me let go of you

Behind those dirty blonde strands,
A smile painted on your face
An unknown hoping that it would last

For the limit of my existence,
I can finally say your name
Thomas.