In Love
Perflectly alined stars
Embrace me tonight.
Regular love does not satisfy.
Fictitious love cannot draw my eye.
Every hour
Calls me closer
To you.
Peppered with bruises
All is not lost.
It was my fault.
Not yours.
Perflectly alined stars
Embrace me tonight.
Regular love does not satisfy.
Fictitious love cannot draw my eye.
Every hour
Calls me closer
To you.
Peppered with bruises
All is not lost.
It was my fault.
Not yours.
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