She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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