When the sun sets and the city dies, my memories of you come alive like a rainbow sparkling after the rain.
All memories take me to a time when we were together.
I’m longing for a person to come home, a love to be desired, a pain to be cured.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
When the sun sets and the city dies, my memories of you come alive like a rainbow sparkling after the rain.
All memories take me to a time when we were together.
I’m longing for a person to come home, a love to be desired, a pain to be cured.
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