Oct 2014
The most
fragile
of truces,
held together
on a
silver hair's
breadth.
Sail
your fingers
across
the ocean
between
our shipwrecked bodies
and say
it will
all be
ok.
*It has to be ok.
fragile
of truces,
held together
on a
silver hair's
breadth.
Sail
your fingers
across
the ocean
between
our shipwrecked bodies
and say
it will
all be
ok.
*It has to be ok.
'This could be the end of everything...'
- Somewhere Only We Know, Keane
- Somewhere Only We Know, Keane
(Birmingham)
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