Treasure Island

george albot


Fruits never pastel


Till where I go to, and see you again
Till the dawn meets night, and back again
Till the sun falls, and your beauty is my light again
Till I die so I’m reborn, again
Till where I go and then go again,
XXX
Till I live again,
You are my dream come true
And it all began when we said
XXX I love you XXX
Night night my little gum drop
Hope you’re ok, and you’ve being filed
Blow me a kiss

Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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