FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
The storm marched through the village,
Leaving messy havoc behind.
Broken branches.
Piles of leaves.
Humidity in the air.
Like your feet stepped heavily
Over my heart.
FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
The storm marched through the village,
Leaving messy havoc behind.
Broken branches.
Piles of leaves.
Humidity in the air.
Like your feet stepped heavily
Over my heart.
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