xcvi.
dear oliver,
car door. keys.
street lights.
a chuckle pasts
my lips.
why are the stars
so pretty when
they are only made
out of gas?
quinn
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dear oliver,
car door. keys.
street lights.
a chuckle pasts
my lips.
why are the stars
so pretty when
they are only made
out of gas?
quinn
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top