Two souls crashing together.
With a hope to be filled, with nothing to give in return.
A routine with no results.
Two empty souls reaching in union.
My feet sinking into an avalanche of sand.
My only wish, to go back
And to have your hand.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Two souls crashing together.
With a hope to be filled, with nothing to give in return.
A routine with no results.
Two empty souls reaching in union.
My feet sinking into an avalanche of sand.
My only wish, to go back
And to have your hand.
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