I could get lost staring into those enchanting hazel eyes of yours, the same way most people get lost in sunsets that spill every shade of pink and orange across the sky.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
I could get lost staring into those enchanting hazel eyes of yours, the same way most people get lost in sunsets that spill every shade of pink and orange across the sky.
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