She's lightning at the beach.
I'm the sand underneath.
She reaches down to touch
And
Shapes a peice of me
Into
A work of art
And
Even I can see it's radiance.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
She's lightning at the beach.
I'm the sand underneath.
She reaches down to touch
And
Shapes a peice of me
Into
A work of art
And
Even I can see it's radiance.
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