I hold your heart in my hands
and burn them with your rage
I never know what I've done wrong
there's a part of me that never understands
that the disdain of love grows strong
as we come to close to engage
the fire that invites your abandoning mystery
while I know you live to do this to me
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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