Can you hear me, will you listen Don't come near me, don't go missing In the lissome light of evening Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving
Beneath the porch light we've all been circling Beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings But in the corner, something is happening Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
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Artline belongs to :iconzodiaczero: Cosmia Nebula is my ponysona.
Upvotes at import: 12 | Stars at import: 4 Posted previously at: 2015-04-19T15:24:37 | Posted previously by: furrypony
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