42, M Buscando H, Lake City, No definido, En línea
Estatus: Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we've been through Oh, when you say black, and I say white It's not about who's wrong As long as it feels right Don't think those stars won't align Under your scars, I pray
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Crow_Saladin He chuckled at her as he looked down at his arm at the vine a slight smile came to his features usually left in macabre she saw a softness filling his gaze as if the thought of it + - Hace 1 minutos |
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Astra . - Hace 39 minutos |
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Crow_Saladin But she could not sense its origin as if it was apart of his being and essence. - Hace 40 minutos |