8/1/2021 free floating in rough waterswhen is the right time to confess that your voice is like a sonnet sweet enough to soothe the sick and soft enough to sing me to sleep
will I ever get the chance to tell you how your presence feels like free-floating in rough waters, all hues of blue threatening to pull me under, but having no fear of sinking Comments are closed.
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