It seems to be a symphony created only by trembling desires that ****** my awakening soul
Although my breathless body struggles to stumble for a burst of tangible words
It is a humble infatuation of unspeakable thoughts that drive my fleeting heart toward yours
Like translucent images that impose on reality, they are like strings that tie our love together
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
It seems to be a symphony created only by trembling desires that ****** my awakening soul
Although my breathless body struggles to stumble for a burst of tangible words
It is a humble infatuation of unspeakable thoughts that drive my fleeting heart toward yours
Like translucent images that impose on reality, they are like strings that tie our love together
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