Dubina koja me zove;The depth that calls me
When we store memories we store emotions we felt that time
My belly does this weird flip flip whenever he's close
He's like siren
Luring me to a depth that already has me making mistakes
That part of me clinging to the spindly branches of a long dead tree instead of embracing the seeds of a new beginning
Ljubicasti zumbuli u rukama
99 ruža u mislima
[Purple Hyacinth in my hand
99 roses in my mind]
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