We can hold on an hour more,
But I still let go
| A mix of random poetry and gifs |
PSA: These are workings of my brain, so if they sound familiar it is not intentional. I will gladly take them down.
The powers that be have turned a saint into a shadow, The space between her ears can no longer divulge verses and lyrics, Each word like fevers, Speak no evil, No world, no heather,
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