Jan 2016
Creeper...
Not a loner.
Not a dreamer.
It is a hollow of love.
It is cold in human form.
It is the sun, behind your soul.
Not a loner.
Not a dreamer.
It is a hollow of love.
It is cold in human form.
It is the sun, behind your soul.
(37/M/PR)
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