He held me once; there in our sky.
We flew the expanse of night like exotic birds
without these broken wings.
I am the lady of dusk & dreams.
Dressed for white moon musicals & a waltz
with stars.
He held me once; there in our sky.
We flew the expanse of night like exotic birds without these broken wings.
Dressed for white moon musicals & a waltz with stars.
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