Jan 2019
And she stepped back.
Turned her face to the sky.
Her lips turned upward.
Bursting into flames.
She wasn't dying
She was rising from the ashes of her past.
Turned her face to the sky.
Her lips turned upward.
Bursting into flames.
She wasn't dying
She was rising from the ashes of her past.
(28/F/Between Here and There)
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