May 2015
I wanted to kiss the moon
To be under his silver embrace
But the starts blocked my way
They blazed furiously at my love
"He isn't yours"
"He isn't yours"
"He isn't yours"
To be under his silver embrace
But the starts blocked my way
They blazed furiously at my love
"He isn't yours"
"He isn't yours"
"He isn't yours"
(22/F/London)
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