Your lips shed a thousand words
That coloured your chin golden
To blend into the last light
Of radiant, dying Autumn
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Your lips shed a thousand words
That coloured your chin golden
To blend into the last light
Of radiant, dying Autumn
11:33am, October 17th 2013
The more I reflect
On the last time we met
I realise how much was said without words
And how much was lost without them
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