My lips split
the wildest of dreams,
leaving behind the stars
for your guide.
I sail the paper boats
home.
The secret ditched last
call.
Freedom rang
to stand the break,
divisions run the
wake.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
My lips split
the wildest of dreams,
leaving behind the stars
for your guide.
I sail the paper boats
home.
The secret ditched last
call.
Freedom rang
to stand the break,
divisions run the
wake.
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