We had a spark
Now I strike wet flint
Dead autumn in your eyes
They've lost their glint
One love to last
Oh how naive
I've left the illusion
Nothing left in your sleeve
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Author:
Justsomegeeze (
Offline) - Published: September 16th, 2016 09:47
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Comments1
Nice.
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