Weak against that lost embrace
Frost streaks of ash-hot pain
Collect in your cracks
Dilapidated corners leak each dripping moment
Can I be lost in distant dreams all this time?
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
Weak against that lost embrace
Frost streaks of ash-hot pain
Collect in your cracks
Dilapidated corners leak each dripping moment
Can I be lost in distant dreams all this time?
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