A Slice of Fashion
the heatyou left with melast nightstill smoldersthe wind catchesyour scentand refreshesmy senses i am a leaffalling from your treeupon which i wasimpaledvia: poetry365
the heatyou left with melast nightstill smoldersthe wind catchesyour scentand refreshesmy senses
i am a leaffalling from your treeupon which i wasimpaled
via: poetry365
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