Friday, October 3, 2025

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Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes
Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you
Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls
Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when I need
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Jacob Underwood
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