Breathe;
I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;
Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Breathe;
I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;
Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
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