And I think it makes the right kind of sense, that I would think of you in the moments that the clouds break.
It's in those slips of blue sky, that I remember why I loved you in the first place, and how hard you fought, to burn me out with the sun.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
And I think it makes the right kind of sense, that I would think of you in the moments that the clouds break.
It's in those slips of blue sky, that I remember why I loved you in the first place, and how hard you fought, to burn me out with the sun.
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