The moon uninvited came
Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine
Swaying her hips like a lover
Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine
Swaying her hips like a lover
Some lives, arduous, indocile, unbridled, need not be shunned but embraced – they show where strength can be found – when all one sees is ...
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