My fingers to calm the ripples, make me
My eyes to burn the wrong, make me
My feet to never tremble, make me
My heart to beat for my darlings, make me
My lashes to glitter with beauty, make me
My whispers to tame a wolf, make me
My presence to not be worth silence, make me
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
My fingers to calm the ripples, make me
My eyes to burn the wrong, make me
My feet to never tremble, make me
My heart to beat for my darlings, make me
My lashes to glitter with beauty, make me
My whispers to tame a wolf, make me
My presence to not be worth silence, make me
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