Monday, April 26, 2021

β€œWith callused hands i tasted the softness of the moon in the coldest winds i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love.” πŸ’–πŸ’™πŸŒΊπŸŒΉβ˜†πŸƒ S

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