You’re an unshakeable force with thoughts that stretch like night sky and lips that seldom move.
You’re a firestorm of curiosity, thinking yourself into age as the clock cuts wrinkles into your skin.
You breathlessly watch flames dance, waves crash, and clouds float carelessly.
And they move, why don’t you?
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
You’re an unshakeable force with thoughts that stretch like night sky and lips that seldom move.
You’re a firestorm of curiosity, thinking yourself into age as the clock cuts wrinkles into your skin.
You breathlessly watch flames dance, waves crash, and clouds float carelessly.
And they move, why don’t you?
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