Wild
flowers
tied
together
in
red
lace
to
lessen
your
shame,
but
it's
still
there.
His
name
on
your
lips,
tears
in
her
eyes
and
pain
in
my
heart.
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3 a.m Nightmares
PoetryKiss me f a s t. before we f a d e. {Copyright © 2014 _eternalsunshine}
