Stalwart embers forever light my heart; stoked by whispers of fate and grandeur, a flame reignites: so minute and fragile, it still holds great warmth; and forever shall I hold it close
Beseeched, I move toward distant hope that one day, my flame; my dear, we could together burn brighter than the sun
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Stalwart embers forever light my heart; stoked by whispers of fate and grandeur, a flame reignites: so minute and fragile, it still holds great warmth; and forever shall I hold it close
Beseeched, I move toward distant hope that one day, my flame; my dear, we could together burn brighter than the sun
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