WORDS HUNG LIKE GHOSTS BETWEEN THE CURTAINS, SOFT LIES THE NIGHT REFUSED TO WEAVE. I TRACED YOUR NAME IN MORNING DUST, A PROMISE THAT FORGOT ITS SOUND. - Post by stargater on Boldomatic

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WORDS HUNG LIKE GHOSTS BETWEEN
THE CURTAINS,
SOFT LIES THE NIGHT
REFUSED TO WEAVE.
I TRACED YOUR NAME IN MORNING DUST,
A PROMISE THAT FORGOT ITS SOUND.

WORDS HUNG LIKE GHOSTS BETWEEN THE CURTAINS, SOFT LIES THE NIGHT REFUSED TO WEAVE. I TRACED YOUR NAME IN MORNING DUST, A PROMISE THAT FORGOT ITS SOUND.

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