If there is just one little thing
that you've made me realise,
It's that sometimes skin
can be warmer
than the sun,
That cheeks
can hold more fire
than a galaxy of stars,
And that when I grow up,
I want to be, an astronaught.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
If there is just one little thing
that you've made me realise,
It's that sometimes skin
can be warmer
than the sun,
That cheeks
can hold more fire
than a galaxy of stars,
And that when I grow up,
I want to be, an astronaught.
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