sorry for the mixed up mess.
come and find me when the moon hangs low, when roses bloom and spirits weeb inside my bed. find me when winter has died. Fill my head with that same breath that you labored into my soul, the one that left me burning red. Dance with me until we are dead, my love.
(via hatin)
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