Maybe another story can furnish the mood
let fate wave a sensation
the passage between you and I,
its tantamount to a binding ;
fortuitously a lit spark
will shorn your withholding the truth,
a silent yearning reached,
long set as a promise.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Maybe another story can furnish the mood
let fate wave a sensation
the passage between you and I,
its tantamount to a binding ;
fortuitously a lit spark
will shorn your withholding the truth,
a silent yearning reached,
long set as a promise.
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