Looking at the sky,My lips tremble,Attracted by your twist,my lips struck to yours.We tremble to…
It began — as far as I recall — one evening over a bowl of peaches; the tinned variety that…
On the ride home it struck me the thought:There’s only one sunAnd that is why I never was the one…
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