• ugly_fairchores 15w

    When the bournville stings you right on your mind and you pine to venture with writing. Wire these thoughts, as they come in the purest form.

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    Let me twine with you, the mysterical blues of an unravel path.This traveller oversees a mirage, the calling of a prophecy running dry on the sea, thy smile captures the heart of me. The foreseeing shall brood no downs, thy guile hands lay on mine and we explore the dances of heaven inside the Deep Dark Blue Sea.
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