Seems like a source of evil indulgence, serves as a good source of inspiration instead. It reminds you of a sweet distant memory.
Every bites is an inch walking back in time, seeing a clearer picture of the past, that portrayed an uncertain future.
Lost it in the thin breath, caught it back in the cross road.
Now, flying like an angel, disappearing from the palm of certainty.
'Erm, I don't know'. The brain gave up.
How can you know, if you are running away from the heart?
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
- Just A Kiss, Lady Antebellum
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