The prettiest colours of the sky are in the morning between five and six.
The prettiest colours are on my cheeks when you touch my lips.
Keep on touching and paint all of me because I'm a blanc canvas and I dont want to be.
This is the message I want to send to you
I haven't met you
but I know I will soon.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
The prettiest colours of the sky are in the morning between five and six.
The prettiest colours are on my cheeks when you touch my lips.
Keep on touching and paint all of me because I'm a blanc canvas and I dont want to be.
This is the message I want to send to you
I haven't met you
but I know I will soon.
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