From way on up above,
On the edges of your grove.
If I stand, right here.
I can watch from afar,
Seeing your effervescence
Falter.
When doors are left ajar.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
From way on up above,
On the edges of your grove.
If I stand, right here.
I can watch from afar,
Seeing your effervescence
Falter.
When doors are left ajar.
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