Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Malachite/Esmeralda - Ripples


Through the looking glass, 

Your name an unsaid whisper
We never decided about the last dance
Absyntine love, troubled innocence
Refused to give us any sort of chance
Ashes left in a corner
Rippling my compass




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