we fly
through dead streets,
dancing in darkness.
we laugh
under broken street lamps
singing a ***** tune
I glance
at his eyes and shiver - my heart!
flashing like fireworks
we make our own light
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
we fly
through dead streets,
dancing in darkness.
we laugh
under broken street lamps
singing a ***** tune
I glance
at his eyes and shiver - my heart!
flashing like fireworks
we make our own light
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