You love must be wicked
Why is there cremation?
Burning in my heart,
Like my heart is
The hell of fire?
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
You love must be wicked
Why is there cremation?
Burning in my heart,
Like my heart is
The hell of fire?
Love doesn't hurt, it burns and hurts.
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