Your haunt

And I can hear your sorrow, playing through the airwaves. I can tell your breath flows, with my own in resonance.

And I will find you, somehow, when you need me. Let me be the salt in your wounds, clean you from the inside. All your love is gone now

I’ve never been a coward, my dear
But I’m afraid of what you are

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