Little Fiction
We're all stories, in the end -Steven Moffat
Friday, October 2, 2015
Wishes (Fake) Grantor.
11.11 at midnight.
Shooting stars in the middle of the blue sky.
Gods from many centuries and myths.
Dandelions in the middle of a graveyard.
Fallen eyelashes on the tip of my nose.
Not a single of them, seems to fulfill my wish
About you.
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