If hearts could race as the sun sets on
Isn't it the same at the break of dawn?
Her mouth whispers something in the lines of hailstorms
Trying to find solace in singing tunes of the classic Waits Tom
She was engrossed in her own calamity
In her quest of the utmost soul-searching identity.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
If hearts could race as the sun sets on
Isn't it the same at the break of dawn?
Her mouth whispers something in the lines of hailstorms
Trying to find solace in singing tunes of the classic Waits Tom
She was engrossed in her own calamity
In her quest of the utmost soul-searching identity.
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