I can’t picture myself talking about love anymore if you’re not in the frame. You were my muse and I got used to painting you with my words.
To you, from my love of words and missed connections. Thank you for being my muse.
To you, from my love of words and missed connections. Thank you for being my muse.
I can’t picture myself talking about love anymore if you’re not in the frame. You were my muse and I got used to painting you with my words.
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