I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.
And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.
And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.
© Amara Pendergraft
I'm gone with the morning.
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