to travel all of my days...
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
ask with class
submit the desires of your heart
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Theme by Stijn
January 24th
17:20
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"She wore that phony smile on her face,
I guess like a bandage on a wounded place"
