Jul 2015
One day,
maybe
I'll
tell it to you
like a secret
kept
between
two
friends.
while
my
lips
move
closer
to
your
own
and you
think
what then?
.
.
you'll know.
maybe
I'll
tell it to you
like a secret
kept
between
two
friends.
while
my
lips
move
closer
to
your
own
and you
think
what then?
.
.
you'll know.
(Cassiopeia)
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