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Nov 2018
The temper of time shall corrode this lingering form,
While the softness of final breath carries the scent of life once more.
As the flickering golden light of the sun fades into silver dusk,
These melted wings shall fall into the deep silence of the sea.
I'm in my feels and Billy Eyelash is making my heart do stuff
Written by
Alexiss  17/F/yourmom
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