He was warm
and shone bright like a son.
She was cold like a moon
and he knew he had to die that night
to make way for her.
Without regret.
Kaydee.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
He was warm
and shone bright like a son.
She was cold like a moon
and he knew he had to die that night
to make way for her.
Without regret.
Kaydee.
I became her.
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