Songs of saccharine
Bitter tasting, yet so sweet
Her palms face outward
Floral drapes pulled away
A hearth's tepid stone
whistles and walks away
I got some color back; she thinks so too. I laugh like me again, she laughs like you.
I wouldn’t know where to start; sweet music playing in the dark.
Be still my foolish heart. Don’t ruin this on me. ♠♦♣♥
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