When we became more,
We were hip bones and scars.
We were late nights, bottles of wine,
Long hands pressed to my side.
When it ended, I watched the world burn.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
When we became more,
We were hip bones and scars.
We were late nights, bottles of wine,
Long hands pressed to my side.
When it ended, I watched the world burn.
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