Simply your words that pierced the easily bruised skin
Two nights!
Pumped through as if it was the same fix I’d prayed for to come rid this world of my broken spirit.
“And never come back”
The purest form
But not of a needle.
A flight is short but with you it can be everlasting.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Simply your words that pierced the easily bruised skin
Two nights!
Pumped through as if it was the same fix I’d prayed for to come rid this world of my broken spirit.
“And never come back”
The purest form
But not of a needle.
A flight is short but with you it can be everlasting.
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