To my gentle eyed girl,
When it comes the time to draw your blade,
I swear not to blink,
And not to blame.
I will drive alone like it were in the beginning,
I will remember to greet you
Just as the living.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
To my gentle eyed girl,
When it comes the time to draw your blade,
I swear not to blink,
And not to blame.
I will drive alone like it were in the beginning,
I will remember to greet you
Just as the living.
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