Jun 2019
boy of dream,
the colours melt,
your lips finding mine,
beneath an ashy sky,
where the shadows lean,
your fire finds mine,
your kiss as beautiful
as a summer rose.
the colours melt,
your lips finding mine,
beneath an ashy sky,
where the shadows lean,
your fire finds mine,
your kiss as beautiful
as a summer rose.
(England)
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