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FloraAnthea
BonifaceFa#7CA277
Feb 19
It's strange to think that your heart still beatsThat you give my dad your special touch?kiss himIt hurt so much when I lost you
It's strange to think that your heart still beatsThat you give my dad your special touch?kiss himIt hurt so much when I lost you
The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty awayShe starts slitting her veinsAnd one day I'll see her on the shore across the sea.around your spirit stays