sleeping on the deepest blues,
caressing the passing dreams,
i am getting there...
getting to you...
petals of thoughts neatly whorled,
and pleasurably trapped you inside,
really... are u my wildflower?
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sleeping on the deepest blues, caressing the passing dreams, i am getting there... getting to you... |
petals of thoughts neatly whorled, and pleasurably trapped you inside, really... are u my wildflower? |
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