When distance grows, does love inevitably shrink?
When distance grows, does love inevitably shrink? /signs of immaturity begin to… deafen me/grab hold of the brails as my thoughts begin to sail/ so my anger doesn’t get the best of me, I’ll show and tell/and Braille reads fingertips, like the life of the lines in my palms/ thoroughly scripted, like... Sign in to see full entry.