You.

Once we spoke,

Each word turned to gold,

Fell into your code,

But I wasn't too bold.

Hold on, be still.

Small hope, now on a hill,

Let it remain as a will,

Or else it spawns the ill.

Take it slow,

Till the bulb starts to glow,

I'll watch the love grow,

And I'll begin to be a shadow.

Shadow of you.
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Soly

February 2018

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