The honest heir of crush
I’m a field, feelings so bad left behind
The spark in an honesty giving circle, United by smiles and pre arranged circumstance, hard wood and lavender
Outdoor showers
Can you make this perfect coin fall into a basket of eggs, signaling a dance that sparks fantasy urban jumping
Older gentries smell the fresh cotton and almost remember, like a cartridge open their mtv sobbing hearts, orange soda, each other by example the current generation
Can you dance like this, nectar in your eyes? Yeah I can shake like that
There was no need for a whisper, only clinging bodies
Bouncing in a stronghold, it’s a beautiful day
And my heart knows trust
You know of acceptance? Maybe cold truce?
I do, too
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
The honest heir of crush
I’m a field, feelings so bad left behind
The spark in an honesty giving circle, United by smiles and pre arranged circumstance, hard wood and lavender
Outdoor showers
Can you make this perfect coin fall into a basket of eggs, signaling a dance that sparks fantasy urban jumping
Older gentries smell the fresh cotton and almost remember, like a cartridge open their mtv sobbing hearts, orange soda, each other by example the current generation
Can you dance like this, nectar in your eyes? Yeah I can shake like that
There was no need for a whisper, only clinging bodies
Bouncing in a stronghold, it’s a beautiful day
And my heart knows trust
You know of acceptance? Maybe cold truce?
I do, too
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