Your Irish white skin I hold so tightly above a powdered sand background.
Pools of salted rock and starfish we admire with lushness.
Only the crashing of the waves to keep us company with your windswept fringe I stroke so caringly.
If I could die right now it would be perfectly completing.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC
Your Irish white skin I hold so tightly above a powdered sand background.
Pools of salted rock and starfish we admire with lushness.
Only the crashing of the waves to keep us company with your windswept fringe I stroke so caringly.
If I could die right now it would be perfectly completing.
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