Oct 2018
**** your wings when they walk.
when they ***** and sting when she talks.
when the sky
is a stone.... just skip it ‘cross
your pond.
and only linger
when she’s
gone….
Gone.
Gone.
when they ***** and sting when she talks.
when the sky
is a stone.... just skip it ‘cross
your pond.
and only linger
when she’s
gone….
Gone.
Gone.
(M/USA)
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