Passive Testo

Testo Passive

Your skin against my skin begins to mend these shards of my life that had fallen to the floor. And this ink pen, spills from my heart what I could never say. And I took this canvas which lay dull and cracked...and painted an angel with more radiance than the breath of the sun. More radiance than the breath of the sun.
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