This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 17.4.2017 at 22:30
Grey as the eyes you see me is the sky under which we both lay, oh the wonder of the matches that burn so bright that light up the sky while I ask you to stay. Grey as the eyes you see me is the sky under which we both lay, oh the wonder of the matches that burn so bright that light up the sky while I ask you to stay.
17.4.2017 at 22:30