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Luna Jun 2014
the wind howls,
but I swear it whispers your name too
Luna Jun 2014
you started to paint a lovely picture of the sunset but never got around to finishing it; and that is a metaphor for how our love was
Luna Jun 2014
fall asleep on the train tracks with me
Luna Jun 2014
I treated you like gold while the rest treated you like you weren't even worth words made into verses
Luna Jun 2014
when I die, swallow my ashes, I want to live inside of you
Luna Jun 2014
he wrote sentences about your eyes but all he ever seen was the glares you gave him in the halls
Luna Jun 2014
lay with me in the middle of the street until the cars headlights make your face glisten and your eyes sparkle
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