Forgotten WordsBy Emily BCloud Fever,stuck like cotton in my head,like piles of dandelions on asummers end.Paler than the moon, quieter too.When all those wishes hit the ground, they make invisible sound,the way the mind does.
By Emily BCloud Fever,stuck like cotton in my head,like piles of dandelions on asummers end.Paler than the moon, quieter too.When all those wishes hit the ground, they make invisible sound,the way the mind does.
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