Sun, 09/22/2019 - 17:01 -- ORANGE

Find yourself a cloud

to take you back to that place.


Regret non existent.

Take me back to that time when

thought went deeper.


A dance of death,

but not even death could keep her.


The last chance,

make death sit through it.

No pleading is gonna turn back time,

sit down and listen to me.

Rememberin heaven like its a place you've been, but you've injected sin.

So don't go chasin heavin cause he might not let you in;

just cut you down cause you were caught up 

in the moment.


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