Darkening light
106 Words
To love is to sacrifice, and sometimes the sacrifice runs deep to cut the veins. But love compels us to act, to make a choice even to the sinistrous one. Hold on, leave!The lass in aquamarine, this time in a chanted version.
She cherished the puissance touch of the varmint, is a coiffure adept the language she understands most, though tied in affection of jalapeno bite that most times left her reckless.
Yesterday!In a bridge of purple flower, happy birthday!! In a dark blue suit of Fame toasted with shame, then a sudden halt, and excuse do I know your name?Am... Mmmh... Am
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