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12:34am and we can't stop the cherry tears.

 May 30th and we already have frost slowing our pulse.

79 degrees Fahrenheit and we're turning into a heap of cold red.

Might be seasonal, 

But we're too sensitive.

12:43am and a trail of bloody sadness stains our faces.

Nine minutes and we're pumping slower each time.

Cried about lost chances to a boy who has been drowning since age 12.

drove us home because eyes don't have windshield wipers.

and his hands, he claimed to dirty for ours.

There's three other hearts in the car.

and all you hear is the one that stopped.

3:05pm and we're still here.

November 8th and our arteries are frozen.

47 degrees Fahrenheit and the blizzard spreads on.

Might be seasonal,

But it doesn't matter. 

It's too late to thaw the ice in our veins.

and it's only going to get colder.

3:50 and theres no sign of life in our eyes.

Forty five minutes and we're beating slower with each passing *pum bom*

Poured our soul to a man who let the cup tip over and spill into the thirsty earth.

We drove him home because he was to afraid to open his eyes.

You'd be wise to keep them shut.

and our hands are too cold for his.

and after hearing our song,

he knows it too.

There's seven thrumming hearts down stairs and 10 outside.

and we can't let theirs go.