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And every time my heart hunts for the graves of o

And every time my
heart hunts for 
the graves of our 
faded memories,
The overflowing emotions 
blur my way into 
the wicked fog.

Stumbling against the storms 
from our banished lane,
I breath through your scars
the way you heal in my pain. #floralseries
And every time my
heart hunts for 
the graves of our 
faded memories,
The overflowing emotions 
blur my way into 
the wicked fog.

Stumbling against the storms 
from our banished lane,
I breath through your scars
the way you heal in my pain. #floralseries