Sep 2019
Naivety is a fickle thing,
A flame that comes and goes.
I find it in the small things,
but it slowly slips past my fingers,
when i try to keep it close
A flame that comes and goes.
I find it in the small things,
but it slowly slips past my fingers,
when i try to keep it close
(18/F/A small town in WA)
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