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
I used to meet my emotions with pure fire. I would stuff down the pain, the terror, the worry, the anguish and anxiety. I would sweep it to ...
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