Love is unending and without expectation.
It steers past the inevitable, quaking in its
trembling exsistence...it scurries into the
depths of my soul, wondering about the
passion within. Burning and searing its daggers
into my heart I quiver under its divination.
It steers past the inevitable, quaking in its
trembling exsistence...it scurries into the
depths of my soul, wondering about the
passion within. Burning and searing its daggers
into my heart I quiver under its divination.
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Miss you like Crazy- whats going on??