The whispers bounce of the walls
They land on my skin
feel it breaking free
free from the chains
that've held it captive from fire.
I'm ready to let you love me.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
The whispers bounce of the walls
They land on my skin
feel it breaking free
free from the chains
that've held it captive from fire.
I'm ready to let you love me.
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