It is like moonlight that peaks through the shadows my lover... there is no embrace... in some way or another, I remember the color of the mood and the wind... neat handwriting, a postcard... stamped the end. It is Bryne @ Swank... elegant like a water color... can you ... I bet you can... and more...
I wonder, how does this happen? to be in love and to be dissembled -- left alone and gone?
Wearing Byrne - JasePono @ Swank
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