7d
Sunsets.
On your fingers
glossy reflection
of who I want to be,
and who I always was.
Your open lips
remind me of the day
that I was born.
On your fingers
glossy reflection
of who I want to be,
and who I always was.
Your open lips
remind me of the day
that I was born.
Written by
Persephone
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