I have consciously wandered into a world I was once unfamiliar with photo / Jonathan Moyal writing / Kendall Hill
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who’s a friend
You were wild and I was willing
All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon
she was a lure, a light, an intimate flame, a secret kept
Have you hypnotized me to see what I cannot believe?
It was quiet, just us three. I don’t know how the story came to me. Looking back, it seems like it was just in my mind that day, out of nowhere.
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