Alice strokes her hair
She is a child blossom
We whisper in the night
Guarded and declining
We take a trip to the bookcase
Twice closet
We drop a smile and bellow
It is hard to deny the slide down
We rent time and stoop to endure it
Alice strokes my hair
She is a child blossom
Showing posts with label Blossom - 4/11/17. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blossom - 4/11/17. Show all posts
Friday, 3 November 2017
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