Tell me a story, sweet morning dove, my love her fragile heart was heard to say, glub dub a spark arose amid those archived ashes where light grew faded, no need for matches A result of some magick and rose colored glasses...Read More
I have to see my king! His pictures are under my mattress just waiting to steal my soul. I love him so much. I give him my time, the best parts of me and more. It belongs to him, for him, so that I might be his dream come true,...Read More
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