The memory of your scent still adorns my fingers like rings,
I could never get enough of you.
I wanted you every moment,
Every season,
Every opportunity.
I'm tired of hearing other people's love stories.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
The memory of your scent still adorns my fingers like rings,
I could never get enough of you.
I wanted you every moment,
Every season,
Every opportunity.
I'm tired of hearing other people's love stories.
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