When I saw you
Collecting ash
Under the dying sun
I realized
That love was never meant
To collapse
In colors
Of yellow and grey.
But I forgot
That we could never
Escape fate.
We were always written in
The stars.
~A
When I saw you
Collecting ash
Under the dying sun
I realized
That love was never meant
To collapse
In colors
Of yellow and grey.
But I forgot
That we could never
Escape fate.
We were always written in
The stars.
~A
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