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Mar 2019
You would surprised what breaks you now, by all accounts I am industructable, nothing harms or hurts me.
Nothing bruises or bleeds me. Nothing can stop me, nothing can rob me of what I don’t have. For nothing could hurt me like you. 15 or 24 nothing hurts like before. Before you and your golden hue, my golden haired goddess dressed in blue. My Irish girl. I used to steal the moon for you. Step outside like a movie moment, dance in the rain like we were in the notebook. We lived for night, and wasted our days. Love moon moonlight golden goddess Irish blue sunrays You were made sunsets and warm sundays. That was before the world broke. Now I’m just a lifeless moonlit bloke. I live for night still just to see the stars. I often wonder where you are. Someone else dancing in Sunrays. Who stole away our sundays? Now I’m just a hollow moonlight man.
Written by
Crucifix
476
   raphæl
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