While tenderly scattered across my skin, even the sunshine becomes trivial when i know that you don’t think of me. The stars only know what i’d surrender for a spotless mind and a name with a less bitter taste.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 12:29 AM UTC
While tenderly scattered across my skin, even the sunshine becomes trivial when i know that you don’t think of me. The stars only know what i’d surrender for a spotless mind and a name with a less bitter taste.
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