she is just a foul charm,
a concrete figure with an infinite spectrum,
every day freeing her wild,
to get what she aspires to find
her skin ages
but the wrinkles don't get to her spirit
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
she is just a foul charm,
a concrete figure with an infinite spectrum,
every day freeing her wild,
to get what she aspires to find
her skin ages
but the wrinkles don't get to her spirit
A wild woman
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