his dark hair,
his olive complexion,
his mysterious eyes,
drew me in like a moth fleeing to a fire.
but like the moth, going into what seemed good, ended with me getting burned.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
his dark hair,
his olive complexion,
his mysterious eyes,
drew me in like a moth fleeing to a fire.
but like the moth, going into what seemed good, ended with me getting burned.
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