nuclearcarrots:

in this cosmic wasteland where time itself barely exists
the magic of mornings is left only in the way the light of these golden walls reflects like sunshine off your face
when you smile just so
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nuclearcarrots:

in this cosmic wasteland where time itself barely exists

the magic of mornings is left only in the way the light of these golden walls reflects like sunshine off your face

when you smile just so