Jan 2016
Every time you
die in me, and
I die in you...we
somehow come
to self-embrace.
Wrapping a pair
of arms, a pair of
wings... across a
free falling flight.
die in me, and
I die in you...we
somehow come
to self-embrace.
Wrapping a pair
of arms, a pair of
wings... across a
free falling flight.
