There's a quiet depth I sense, like still water that holds unseen currents. Makes me wonder what interesting ripples we'd make if our thoughts ever brushed against each other. wanna make a mess with me?
There's a quiet depth I sense, like still water that holds unseen currents. Makes me wonder what interesting ripples we'd make if our thoughts ever brushed against each other. 鉁煂妛anna make a mess with me?
