He found me in ash. Too delicate to be held.
Ready and willing to crumble.
He tried to smoke what was left; looking for high.
All that was left of me was burn.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
He found me in ash. Too delicate to be held.
Ready and willing to crumble.
He tried to smoke what was left; looking for high.
All that was left of me was burn.
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