I want to be the giant guarding every chamber of your heart, and the statue to set a difference before the walls of your heart.
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The bond to your ribs and breastplate.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
ПоэзияWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
