You
- Simona Martina
- May 14, 2017
- 1 min read
Your eyes, Dark as sky before rain. Your hair, Black as feather of crow.
Your kiss, Burns as flames of torture. Your lies, Draws me in the river.
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Your eyes, Dark as sky before rain. Your hair, Black as feather of crow.
Your kiss, Burns as flames of torture. Your lies, Draws me in the river.
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