Round to teardrop THE signs,
Glances are on deapshored fire
If i spoke from THE heart then i know what i woud do
ITS solid like a rosé
Black as whispered night
I turend to gold agony
Know my words as lime and jazz
How frozen is Yours
Mine Only weeds for one
Star midnight lime i spoke to you in THE midnight rain
Do you hear my voice could as Yours
Intonation is a blaze of thunder ,mindreader iTS not you

Round to teardrop THE…

by ambrosiadear


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