Midnight stroke
And just like that below the pillow, at night,
Those little things.
Those old smiles.
Those memories.
Stroke by like a dong of the clock.
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And just like that below the pillow, at night,
Those little things.
Those old smiles.
Those memories.
Stroke by like a dong of the clock.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro