handle something fragile for too long, eventually it's bound to break. i'd love to stay and make you come, but i think i'll go and make you stay. i'll count my steps to the door, 1-2-3-4. i should have had the confidence to break you, but god's light has never shown in the heart of an art-school girl. so i'll wait, sitting on my hands, waiting to exalt you again. so i'll wait, until the next gorgeous fool wanders through my gate, wanders through my gaze again.
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