our love was-
Is-
Immature.
But it is true.
From toadstools upturned
To faerie jinxes,
It is true.
And I know, in my spirit,
That your hand was destined to meet mine.
One way or another.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
our love was-
Is-
Immature.
But it is true.
From toadstools upturned
To faerie jinxes,
It is true.
And I know, in my spirit,
That your hand was destined to meet mine.
One way or another.
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