Love isn’t a battle field.
It’s a playground.
Occupied, by
Podgy fairies
With spears;
Who throw them
and pull them out as they please.
Screwing with our hearts.
It’s a playground.
Occupied, by
Podgy fairies
With spears;
Who throw them
and pull them out as they please.
Screwing with our hearts.
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