he's the reason for my
insomnia.
him and his
wayward,
wild
grin.
YOU ARE READING
blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
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he's the reason for my
insomnia.
him and his
wayward,
wild
grin.