She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
Sometimes I tend to over explain myself to people who too often, just don’t care. Even when they asked me the question. This is terribly fru...
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