Your delicate beauty is engulfed in my hands
My love surrounds you
Fingers grasp tightly
Punctured by your thorns
Crimson tears begin to fall
Why is it that the one whom I hold most dear? Causes these crimson tears?
Share:Your delicate beauty is engulfed in my hands
My love surrounds you
Fingers grasp tightly
Punctured by your thorns
Crimson tears begin to fall
Why is it that the one whom I hold most dear? Causes these crimson tears?
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