Oh, how his flames leaped forward to swallow the shadows he could have melted me but I am what he’s made of a fallen star a musical conundrum the dust grips me his natural state a tornado of right now a black hole of present I didn’t want to escape it All I wanted toContinue reading “Wildfire”
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