The eyes that burn with passion and the flames of comets
Watched as the death of a star gave birth to a wish
She was in solitude, a grain of sand in the expanse of the universe
Wishing for warm company that she'll never find on the icy planet
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
The eyes that burn with passion and the flames of comets
Watched as the death of a star gave birth to a wish
She was in solitude, a grain of sand in the expanse of the universe
Wishing for warm company that she'll never find on the icy planet
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