Reaching to find your eyes
I come undone as I rise
Each try will be effort toward devotion
Your mind is not desert, itβs an ocean
The tides pull me into your depth
In a place I no longer have to hold my breath.
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my last is your first Vianne Armour Veronica π Sacred AF - Ami β€οΈβπ₯ James (HVR)
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