lingering fingers fatal touch.
honest sun on my cheek like blush.
wash away the nights creeping willow
and rest your starry eyes against my pillow.
feathers grow from the tips of your hair
as once again i become entrapped by your stare.
the way-ward clock starts to bend
but in my memories, now will never end.














Comments
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Angels get a better view.
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you're my sweetest downfall. i loved you first.
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