P R E Q U E L
Monday, March 16, 2015
Golden.
And the dawn peeks through the curtains
This golden fire of my soul
Weighs just as heavy on my shoulders
Is just as precious to the one who fans the flame
Waking up,
Time to follow the sky.
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