An Ingénue,
that’s what she is.
Blazing fire would follow her wherever she went
She’ll make you stutter and swallow your own words
For beware
do not at all costs,
fall in love with her
Because she doesn’t love.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
An Ingénue,
that’s what she is.
Blazing fire would follow her wherever she went
She’ll make you stutter and swallow your own words
For beware
do not at all costs,
fall in love with her
Because she doesn’t love.
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