Greener bent worry word

Not sure my shoulder can supply the shelter you seek for whilst, knocking at your door ancient dreams shake a silent cry I'm just an armchair... See? Yes, green and velvety and yet a simple fourniture granted to intimate pleasure So cold until you bring your warmth so dry until you spill your tears receptacle of eather fears or joys, or scenaries of yours I'm just an armchair... See? Do...

Publié le 31/01/2018 dans paVupApRi par tiniak | Lire la suite...