Day after day
Your face becomes blurred
A long forgotten memory, I assume.
Seen through teary eyes, my tears tell me.
Your face becomes blurred
A long forgotten memory, I assume.
Seen through teary eyes, my tears tell me.
where words mean more than just words...
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reborn
a gentle kiss on the cheek an arm wrapped around the waist warm breath at the nape of my neck weight of his foot on mine. security. sense of...
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