Escape

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Look for me within the stolen flames

Find me through the whispering figures

The sirens blare, I'll be your witness

Gas station lights and old treasures

We'll fly through these towns like a candle burning papers

Footsteps, gunshots, I'm thoughtless

You can be my compass

My muse, will you be here by my side, always?

♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

xoxo SumBlueSunshine

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