How well could I save the sight of her blue hand, curling in the water?
What started as business forks off into a
Curious request: “Would you pass the salt?”
I’m a gamble with fire
and I’m a burning liar
above all, to myself
My loyalty is a hell
Even when you think you know, you are still becoming, Orlando!
With a change of plot, please be patient with your heart
How much longer will I have to spend sailing forward till we meet again?
Blowing in a circle, I forget movement
“I adore you.” // “Look, it’s beginning to rain.”
Take me back to the smoke,
back to the mighty oak,
to that spot in the woods
I thought I understood
All alone, to myself,
my loyalty is a hell
I wish I had a little more time? The current moves me forth, but I still look behind
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