The abondance of someone else

Theres times I still think of you, in those moments I flick threw every moment that we shared, as if they meant as much to you as they did me. Spiderly long lashes with chapped lips and a hunger for the world neither of could obtain without destroying the path we walked along, alongside eachother. Crimnals, partners in crime. You and I shared a distaste in everything worshipped. Never bickering, only lighting a match into the laready burned city we didn’t destroy.

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