I love the pale orange of old street lights
And the way it falls on the grey sidewalks
Or in front of the night sky shimmering green.
And i love the moment
When it kisses the flickering white lights,
Under the face of the bus stop right by my feet,
Purple.
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Yeah, always
Não FicçãoxP So basically all the stuff I write just ends up in here if it's not written especially for any other album, book or story :) I hope you enjoy your read, maybe it can help you with stuff you go through, stay strong, love you <3
