Dec 2014
We're like, the cautious,
Wind that, blows promise.
Light in, the window,
Touching, Breathe slow.
You and, me now,
Far away, from sound.
Don't let, it go,
Dripping, like snow.
We're like, the cautious,
Waves that, break conscience.
Wind that, blows promise.
Light in, the window,
Touching, Breathe slow.
You and, me now,
Far away, from sound.
Don't let, it go,
Dripping, like snow.
We're like, the cautious,
Waves that, break conscience.
Idk
(Virginia)
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