maybe i'd drink in our old memories
you and i
up on the roof
the sun was falling beneath the horizon
and its golden rays folding us in its arms
as we let out our hearts to each other
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Golden Bruises
Poetry- • ● p o e t r y ● • - ☆ ~ because all of your bruises have a golden story to tell ~ ☆ #itsnotaphase
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maybe i'd drink in our old memories
you and i
up on the roof
the sun was falling beneath the horizon
and its golden rays folding us in its arms
as we let out our hearts to each other
