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he is my spring and i’m his flower a bud that blooms at his voice and withers in his absence my spring came with rain and gently washed away my woes. he is my spring but what will happen to my bud when it becomes summer?
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Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
kiss me in the spring
he is my spring and i’m his flower a bud that blooms at his voice and withers in his absence my spring came with rain and gently washed away my woes. he is my spring but what will happen to my bud when it becomes summer?
why is it so easy to fall
#kiss#spring#love#bud#flower#pure
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19/in your head
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
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