I chose the wrong key and glued it with tape
Red cheeks burning, butterflies turning, I saw you beneath my swearing.
Heard the yearning: ,,Watch out! He's returning", didn't understood the doubt, didn't wanna know churning after hearing *what route he took*, i just did overlook.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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