You slept and
I crept
into that new room
And curled into the sleeping bag
Because it was crisp outside.
It wasn’t light yet.
And the ghosts on the bridge
didn’t know that I could see them.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
You slept and
I crept
into that new room
And curled into the sleeping bag
Because it was crisp outside.
It wasn’t light yet.
And the ghosts on the bridge
didn’t know that I could see them.
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