You know how to love, you know how to trust.
You do still. Remembering the soft touches, the embraces, but they are no more.
No gentle caress of the face, no sweet whispers in the night. It's over now.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
You know how to love, you know how to trust.
You do still. Remembering the soft touches, the embraces, but they are no more.
No gentle caress of the face, no sweet whispers in the night. It's over now.
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