last night, someone said, my everything is
Abbott Fuller Graves Flowers and Mirror Late 19th - early 20th century
fermentative, perhaps, that person -
felt the lavender water, or
any somatic musk,
often it's -
happened, fragrance of soul stays behind
backstage ! lovely bluff, a nice mask
attracts the passenger, indeed
somewhere, in every
heart, there's a
butterfly
and an hidden kid, the game of color and -
flight remains continue, that's the sign
of vivacity, on those tempestuous
moment, life misses your
transparent adoration,
the natural sting
often - -
erases, the definition of true love - - - - - - -
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