My scars have yearned for his tender touch.. I’ve torn his heart open, and his love to me
My scars have yearned for his tender touch.. I’ve torn his heart open, and his love to me he had honored. His scent.. lilac sweet, He dreams of my wood-colored, twisted locks, wakes up and tells : “At your violent eyes i gaze, and when i can’t, i weep” -- source link
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