its all about just delicacies,
but then the storm hit me hard
in the name of falling for someone i started flying ...
No Questions Unanswered.
The storm owns me now,
Wind in My Hair looks How?
.......... I use to think.
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Of Flesh and Bone....
The fact that we stay confined in a body of flesh and bone. Chaos is my name and lovers call me home. Dear young and naive, let yo...
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