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Unto thee...
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
I mark that the atrocious sunset attempted to save me, its a comedic setback,
a dry salvage and a wet seam.
I could die in a spit of wind and be gifted a dolphin's lung,
but love will grant me nothing
Goddess unto thee,
Goddess unto thee,
I mark that the atrocious sunset attempted to save me, its a comedic setback,
a dry salvage and a wet seam.
I could die in a spit of wind and be gifted a dolphin's lung,
but love will grant me nothing
Published 6th May 2013
| Edited 8th May 2013
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13th May 2013 4:54am
This almost came across like a spell if I'm quiet honest. I like it though. :)
13th May 2013 6:39pm
It is a sort of spellbinding.... but its a form constant motivation unto myself.
Thanks for your comments. :)
Thanks for your comments. :)
