its like the moon moved into my shadow
gravity - force of attraction
drew me in your direction
like the sun i gave in and followed..
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
eclipse
its like the moon moved into my shadow
gravity - force of attraction
drew me in your direction
like the sun i gave in and followed..