Lay with me now,
under a blanket of
our entwining sighs,
and watch the sun
slide up in front of us,
oblivious to what its absence
had given birth to.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Lay with me now,
under a blanket of
our entwining sighs,
and watch the sun
slide up in front of us,
oblivious to what its absence
had given birth to.
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