We stood on the ocean cliff
Olfactory memories comfort my restless mind
My fingers dance
I could take your hand
We would float down to our make believe paradise
The home we'll never have
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
We stood on the ocean cliff
Olfactory memories comfort my restless mind
My fingers dance
I could take your hand
We would float down to our make believe paradise
The home we'll never have
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