Let her eyes devour
the smile on his face,
for beneath it all
is a blackened lung
and a worn out mind;
tiring to keep alive
that speck of tomorrow-
the illusion of her.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:14 PM UTC
Let her eyes devour
the smile on his face,
for beneath it all
is a blackened lung
and a worn out mind;
tiring to keep alive
that speck of tomorrow-
the illusion of her.
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