I'm trying. Like trying to grow roses on asphalt--
we go to gather
like two too similar shades of blue.
And what is it about 3am that can make a spirit shout?
And how does the sound an, "I'll always love you,"
makes as it streaks through
space turn into a forever kind of
silence?
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
I'm trying. Like trying to grow roses on asphalt--
we go to gather
like two too similar shades of blue.
And what is it about 3am that can make a spirit shout?
And how does the sound an, "I'll always love you,"
makes as it streaks through
space turn into a forever kind of
silence?
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