If I could find a way
To venture through space
and find myself landed in your arms
Anchored in your slow-rising breaths
I would call that port home
And hang up my compass
Never yearning to voyage again.
To venture through space
and find myself landed in your arms
Anchored in your slow-rising breaths
I would call that port home
And hang up my compass
Never yearning to voyage again.
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