fall, falling
till we came upon this road,
till we came upon this road
You held a doll in your arms at the station, I held the sun
and commanded it shine through the all the decay and straight to my pale, pale skin
and commanded it shine through the all the decay and straight to my pale, pale skin
I felt so small under the tall trees.
the best kind of tiny.
the best kind of tiny.
1 comment:
les étincelles.
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