your eyes sputter to
a stop, i am not lying
your hands search for mine,
without knowing, i
cringe from the undying love
laced in your strong veins
embers on your dead
cigarette fall from our
flame, they slowly fade.
a stop, i am not lying
your hands search for mine,
without knowing, i
cringe from the undying love
laced in your strong veins
embers on your dead
cigarette fall from our
flame, they slowly fade.
Lexie96
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