My luck with the arrow
Is not my love for the bow
When you lay down beside
And are arching like so
There is what we release
And what we will hold
We won’t even have to look
At where the arrow will go
Because we’ll know
(c) 2015
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
My luck with the arrow
Is not my love for the bow
When you lay down beside
And are arching like so
There is what we release
And what we will hold
We won’t even have to look
At where the arrow will go
Because we’ll know
(c) 2015
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