Too late to love you, through the aching annex, where your hollow heart sleeps, with nightmares of me. Twenty to nine, twenty to nine, twenty to nine. You’ll never be mine. The world on the shoulders, of the white wishes you wore. I could kiss apologies, on the long dead lips, soothe the scorched skin, … Continue reading Compeyson
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