Nov 2017
She lives in the creases under my eyes
because every time I stare into the night
sky I can't help but think of you,
even the blinding light scolds me
with the memory of you.
because every time I stare into the night
sky I can't help but think of you,
even the blinding light scolds me
with the memory of you.
(23/M/United Kingdom)
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