You don’t even know me.
(via ericabanten)
I wish I got the chance to.
He sees sound.
He tastes color.
He speaks solace.
He breathes ink.
He loves you.
He feels the cosmos in his veins.
He is one with the universe.
He will die.
He tastes color.
He speaks solace.
He breathes ink.
He loves you.
He feels the cosmos in his veins.
He is one with the universe.
He will die.
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