outsted
How these nice icebergs love you. And your dead man rides one, sits there, commander of a thorough white action. You cannot get there.
I learned a while of holding out in hearts of far-aways, featherweighting each emotion. Yet you, I love with these tips of my fingers. I want you to know these paper figures:left at night to waltz around, left at day to write their beating lovers.
I learned a while of holding out in hearts of far-aways, featherweighting each emotion. Yet you, I love with these tips of my fingers. I want you to know these paper figures:left at night to waltz around, left at day to write their beating lovers.