Untitled #48
Waves that render me weak
ripples of tides that're now bleak
this love that scream and shout
now just whispers to the moon, I doubt.
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Waves that render me weak
ripples of tides that're now bleak
this love that scream and shout
now just whispers to the moon, I doubt.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen4U.Com