The quill is the tongue of my very soul;
dipped into the ink made of my tears.
It matters not if my words are thorn to many;
This Queen will speak and touch those
special few.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
The quill is the tongue of my very soul;
dipped into the ink made of my tears.
It matters not if my words are thorn to many;
This Queen will speak and touch those
special few.
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