Forget the times where you skipped two turtles along mud and wetness in nowhere for thou mind
Kiss up against the wind but never leave without sorrowful matters within away in the rain while you climb out of the hole
Despise the touch of a sweet candle for whoever walks to the sound of fire puts it all against themselves
Do you feel how I feel? Because... I smell the precious depth into the sea of yours.
- Author: meaganwalls60 ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2015 10:03
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 21
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