Feb 26
Why, why
There was a time—
When Hearts used to fly.
When I rip those roots
That was to be mine.
I rip them all—
line by line.
Wondering where’d
you bury those ties?
There was a time—
When Hearts used to fly.
When I rip those roots
That was to be mine.
I rip them all—
line by line.
Wondering where’d
you bury those ties?
(20/F/peony hill)
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