The sentimental value
of rose scented earth
rotting beneath our feet.
The sweaty dance
of twinkling stars (in your eyes)
spins us towards an open bar.
“A girl like you”
who holds on just right
learns to see faults through diamond studs and silver chains.
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1 comment:
oh! so good! i like the new look too.
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