Goodbyes Are Always Coldest In December
Tangled in my veins, we burned our eyes out staring at the early November sun.
Oh, how I hate goodbyes...
Autor(es): Endwell
Tangled in my veins, we burned our eyes out staring at the early November sun.
Oh, how I hate goodbyes...
Autor(es): Endwell
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