Look at us.
Roses are curling into
bone
Our (snare drum) hearts
both
beating/beating/ beating
To the sound of
our sadness.
You say
{I love you}.
I say that we're
the French
~revolution~
Baby, we are too
broken to fix
each/other...
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Author:
Shadowbox15 (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2018 15:04
- Category: Sad
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