The deafening of fallen hopes stirs the ire of slowing sands
The quivering reach retreats in fears of repetition
History shows the sail flurs and bows when longing for a soft and gentle breeze. Maybe it will never be. No, Not at sea.
The deafening of fallen hopes stirs the ire of slowing sands
The quivering reach retreats in fears of repetition
History shows the sail flurs and bows when longing for a soft and gentle breeze. Maybe it will never be. No, Not at sea.
I want peace. Truth. And love. I want to be comfy. No worries. No anxieties. Just comf.
I want peace. Truth. And love. I want to be comfy. No worries. No anxieties. Just comf.
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- ancient cis het proverb
- ancient cis het proverb