Cyclones of the mirrors fill my endearment for years
And shall my vacancy ruin the tears
Unknowing if I'm going to flourish at all
Cold to the touch, I do not know what it's called
Dimmed out lighten flame soothes my bones
And here we are, swaying to condemn the old
Amusing little man, you don't need to worry at all
I know the nebulas dont make you feel tall
But you musn't remember those faults
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Cyclones of the mirrors fill my endearment for years
And shall my vacancy ruin the tears
Unknowing if I'm going to flourish at all
Cold to the touch, I do not know what it's called
Dimmed out lighten flame soothes my bones
And here we are, swaying to condemn the old
Amusing little man, you don't need to worry at all
I know the nebulas dont make you feel tall
But you musn't remember those faults
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