There is magic where we once held memorable moments
Your glances, there was perfect chemistry in them, enough to quell the melatonin within.
I'll wrangle my ghosts, sipping from a goblet of ashen intent, dusty wills.
_Where's the haunting?_
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
There is magic where we once held memorable moments
Your glances, there was perfect chemistry in them, enough to quell the melatonin within.
I'll wrangle my ghosts, sipping from a goblet of ashen intent, dusty wills.
_Where's the haunting?_
Haunt-Disappear-Intent
20th of February, 2018.
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