[00:22.22]Cut with dull scissors and tied with a ribbon.
[00:31.72]Curated under the glass of my pendant.
[00:42.78]You always said you hated the things you can't control,
[00:52.52]Like all the wild hair that grows from your follicles.
[01:01.64]I've been collecting peices of your hair,
[01:06.88]To tuck away in the locket that I wear.
[01:12.75]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.
[01:17.98]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.
[01:27.04]
[01:33.44]Sweeter than a vial of your blood,
[01:42.95]Will never dry or disintegrate.
[01:51.42]
[01:53.47]Pieces you tied back when we made love,
[02:02.80]Now slipped away where they loyally wait.
[02:13.74]When you're old, grey, and deceased,
[02:19.38]I'll still have parts of your young body.
[02:24.76]The one you lived in when you loved me,
[02:30.46]The rest of you now decomposing.
[02:36.00]I've been collecting peices of your hair,
[02:41.30]To tuck away in the locket that I wear.
[02:46.70]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.
[02:52.19]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.
[02:57.88]One day you'll be dead and embalmed,
[03:03.19]But bits of you will be existing on.
[03:08.74]Pretty strands that grew in your youth.
[03:14.48]Pieces that I'll always hold on to.
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