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Promises

I always remember, that cold in the December.
You were beautiful, I was pure, you were caring, I was sored.
Laying in your arms, begging to the stars.
To never let us go while crying down the snow.
Your prayers still printed to my core, from the night you swore,
that your love is endless and will always keep me warm.




Skapa | Skriva av Talia
Läst 9 gånger
Publicerad 2023-12-28 10:47



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