1 Train
by rosangelica.
My love for you is at a station
Sand stabbing swollen pores
Running without cause
7am hungry and lost
ii
You were saying something about comets
About girls like me
About comets
My love for you is at a station
Sand stabbing swollen pores
Running without cause
7am hungry and lost
ii
You were saying something about comets
About girls like me
About comets
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