the coldest touches that often sings to wounds reopening from within, "searching for a place to begin"counting all chances to a sin. I was never a fortune teller or a witcher but no great dreams can be of use to anyone without tools or actions, motivations are just Sparks waiting for your soul to ignite," living in times of snow" not alot of Mary golds to warm my tortured bone,with all strings attached I'm somewhere lost on the maps of happiness because you were the best, living on feelings to remember all my days of anger were no longer apart of my wish "about you I reminisce"wanting to take ahold and steal a kiss with sadness on my lips, wanting things to be ok, stuck in reality yet miles away "wondering about the world hoping that it'll turn to moments not burnt or caught up in tears......
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