Highs as prominent as the sky,
Creating lows to become pits of despair.
No return for rapture in this hollow evening.
Where thoughts are not allowed to be felt,
Yet my heart still aches for you.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Highs as prominent as the sky,
Creating lows to become pits of despair.
No return for rapture in this hollow evening.
Where thoughts are not allowed to be felt,
Yet my heart still aches for you.
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