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~ Drifting Worlds

~ Drifting worlds
What am I looking for. Give me all your kisses, as you were my ocean floors. Your heart beat was mine before. Putting my hand on your cheek, we didn't speak. A river between us, it was the silence that defined us. The last time, I didn't hear a word you said because it didn’t mean anything anyways. All I saw was fire, look at the world that used to be ours. You were what really mattered. Closing my eyes, found myself in my dark room. Beside you.




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