Maybe She Didn'T Know
Robed in the garments of alabaster hem, was she the matron of ethereal divinity; the sovereign culmination of a hallowed hand, caging my only begotten heart, was it unbeknownst to she, my beloved bearer of me. "
Alfredo Gonzales (C)
Copyright © Alfredo Gonzales | Year Posted 2021
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