2 years ago1,000+ Views
Circling the coast of infinity, mocking time
and romance....the door seemed half open,

and the odds were there to beat; the streets they looked lined with gold. And her heart,

her heart; it sang, telling the direction of the wind. But to follow it; if only to follow it. She

dances on ancient shores now, lovely; never looking back. And this inconsolable heart

she owns, and it's sound doesn't seem
real; it's rythym beats whispers.
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really nice
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