Porcelain branches entangle her
Face down
Her dress caught on the banks of the river
Fingers dancing in the current
She is a ghost
With lungs full of water
How could I have known?
Her heart was empty
And she never planned on coming home
Come home
Come home to me
She is driftwood Porcelain branches entangle her Face down Her dress caught on the banks of the river Fingers dancing in the current She is a ghost With lungs full of water How could I have known? Her heart was empty And she never planned on coming home Come home Come home to me Explain Request ×
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