![]() Envy of IndigoA Poem by Penjamin HearstMy eyes were opened Sleep is the bridge that saves When I think of the way Ultraviolet star heart karma My heart splits every time Sleep is the bridge that saves When I think of the way Ultraviolet star heart karma © 2019 Penjamin Hearst |
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Added on August 19, 2019 Last Updated on August 19, 2019 Author
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