Your Eyes Ignited The Unexpected Wildfires That My Little Cottage Heart Wasn't Ready For. Now, I Burn,
Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.
Anneshwa Paul
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