Dream deep, little firefly.
Distant stars climbed to collapse;
Our memories burned for naught.
Reaching © Sourcebooks | Colored by Jane Bled
I love this!
Appreciate it! You seem to prefer the fiery ones. 🙂
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Yes, anything that gets my blood running…
Does it usually run cold? *thinking face*
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