Botany
There is heat seeping out of my pores-
each one is planted with a seed of hope for our future.
~The blush you've given me could grow gardens.
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There is heat seeping out of my pores-
each one is planted with a seed of hope for our future.
~The blush you've given me could grow gardens.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro