Tell me what is your name because I’d really like to know, I want to hear it from your mouth and then I’ll need to go, Onto someone anew to gaze upon, to help, to fix, to hold, Never I have I seen what I have seen, this is the truth be told. Your eyesContinue reading “I Recognise your eyes”
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