Nov 2018
I thought I strived for black and white
Until my brown eyes met blue
And then there was a second world
In the space between me and you
Until my brown eyes met blue
And then there was a second world
In the space between me and you
I don't need simplicity, I need the complexity of your soul. My love, you could cause flowers to grow.
(23/F/NY)
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