copyright.
8.16.2011
in for it.
with lips made of sand - they waltzed the night away on an ever changing beach with shooting stars overhead.
in cursive - they wrote sweet nothings that glowed in the tide with a feather that they had plucked from the tail of a sea dragon.
both passion and mother nature were on their side,
and they knew without having to use the words that they had fallen.
copyright.
in cursive - they wrote sweet nothings that glowed in the tide with a feather that they had plucked from the tail of a sea dragon.
both passion and mother nature were on their side,
and they knew without having to use the words that they had fallen.
copyright.
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