WHEN HE STANDS NEXT TO HER, HE BECOME A BETTER MAN.
His eyes stayed close. And his last breath spoke. He had seen all to be seen. A life, once full. Now an empty vase. Wilted blossoms on his early grave. Walk away me boy. Walk away me boy. By mornin’ we’ll be free. Wipe that golden tear. And raise what's left of the flag, for me.
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Postat av: emelie
snygg bild :D
Postat av: emelie
allt bra?
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