I'm a flower in your hair

Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
(...)
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends



Bien sur la réalité n'est PAS glamour.

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[The s0rc3r]

Hache, coupe, cisaille, arrache, perce, brise, tord, déchire, broie, ... l'horreur, c'est glamour.