soul without bordersA Poem by DorothyParker
fate, hold me
candles blown in the wind. towards me, sunrise underneath you, cloudless sky. drifting fall... the beginning does not end here one side red, the other sad. right now, blue awaits underneath it all. i don't have much time, again and again, wind wins.
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Added on January 3, 2017 Last Updated on January 3, 2017 Author
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